SusanJillParker
I'm 100% woman
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- Oct 29, 2011
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Well except...I am not a male. I am very much female, I had 8 kids with my now ex husband.
I was abused for 40+years by my mother, and I use the word mother in regards to her very lightly. Still to this day as an adult woman and mother, my mom can make me feel like a damn useless, worthless baby! My whole childhood was a constant mindfuck by her, and she still figures out ways to put me in my place, or what she thinks my place should be.
I was in therapy for years, and also saw a psych Dr so I could get meds, but now am without insurance so no therapy or psych for me. So like you, writing is my therapy. A little escape from my now fucked up brain.
Awww no, how can one choose a story as the best? They're like children and you can't have a best or favorite one!![]()
Laurel makes that decision which story she believes if the best. Of the 75,000 authors writing her, 99% of them have never received a Green E. They're very rare.
Being that you were abused too, you know what it's like. I was an alcoholic by the time I was 20 and since I was put in detox, I haven't had a drink in more than 20 years.
I dropped out of high school at 16 and moved out at 17. Instead of turning to alcohol, drugs, and/or suicide, I was one of the lucky ones. I earned my GED and then earned my BS in English with Literotica and Creative Writing minors by attending night school full-time, through the summers, at Northeastern University in Boston while working full-time. Five years later, I graduated magna cum laude with a 3.65 gpa. I'm proud of that accomplishment.
My biggest upset was my rage. From out of nowhere, I had a violent temper. I was so mad. I was so angry. I was so depressed. Now that I know why I had such anger, rage, and depression I'm able to get that under control most days.
I refused to take any mind altering drugs. More than one doctor was willing to prescribe Prozac for my depression. Instead, I fought through my bad days by reading, exercising, playing my music, and writing.
Then, being that my perceptions were already twisted by being emotionally, physically, and sexually abused a such a young age, I fell in love with man who I thought was the love of my life, that is until he beat me when he came home drunk one night.
He worked as a Boston undercover cop. An ex-Army Ranger with a 5th degree black belt in Judo, he knew where and how to hit me to not show a bruise. He was a drunk. Obviously, he was abused too.
I divorced him after three years. I stayed because I wanted a baby. We fucked like rabbits trying to get me pregnant. Then, after we signed the divorce papers, this miserable piece of shit told me that he had a vasectomy just before we were married. If I had a gun, I would have shot him.
As if we have a sign on our foreheads, it's not just one man, it's never just one man who takes advantage of us. Writing has really helped me to stay focused. Then, when I receive comments and e-mails from some of the lowlifes that are out there, I'm now able to better handle it.
Thank you for your post.