5am and I’m awake, thoughts running around my head like they are a party of five years olds who’ve just discovered an unattended bowl of swe

I want the sea to wash away the pain. I wrote a poem when I was a teenager. The only thing I’ve ever written like it. But the words have s

I had a strange dream the other day. It was about a guy that kissed me a very long time ago.

Well, I stopped crocheting for a while. I just picked it up again today but my heart hasn’t been in the right place the last few days

I trusted you. You were my friend. I told you things I’ve never told anyone else. And then you abandoned me and lied to me.

Now first up I don’t want to make things worse with my genetic family than they already are.

My new boobs are two years old. Perky for life! I’d like to start to celebrate them a bit more. Because so far they’ve been a right pain.

I don’t want to hide my shitty behaviour. I value so much the support of my school peers and my friends.

So - slut shaming. Making women feel like shit since the year dot.

I see you. But not in a creepy way, or a way that you're used to - men wanting a piece of you.

I’m sober now, and I really like it. Yes I still drink occasionally and I’m fine with that.

It’s a work in progress but I’m learning to try and figure out what it is I want to do, vs what I should do.

Writing things down in the way that I’ve been doing, and airing my dirty laundry in public, seems to cause some strong reactions in people.

Shame Blame Guilt and Denial - the tools of the trade to keep any victim of sexual assault or abuse right where they should be. Silent.

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start - the earliest full assault I remember.