TangledTaut
Odd ducks and Icarus
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2024
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I am called a bot, a liar, a fake. Accused of being chatGPT and others. Dismissed, mocked, castigated. I have been silent in isolation for a decade in grief. Bedridden 2yrs with covid. I've held a secret for 30 yrs and need to tell. I can't hold it all in much longer. It is a story that might well be healing and inspire hope to others who have suffered sexual trauma. Healing is possible. Sexual healing is possible. Intimacy is possible. Despite horrific abuse, you can still have a fulfilling, pleasurable, passionate, nurturing, beautiful, loving sexual relationship. You can feel the joy and ecstasy. You can trust and be vulnerable. You can be intimately connected and whole. Love.
My story is just as erotic as it is emotional and inspirational. That is ironically what was so transformative and healing. All of it is not believed in general. It IS unbelievable. I lived it and struggle with belief. I can't make it believable without lying and making it moot.
I'm not a writer, but can I be as bad as I am told? How can I know? How does one tell an important story that no one believes? Or is it best to say eff it and abandon all? I just assume everything I do is crap. I receive that response pretty universally to everything I do. It must be more true than I like to believe.
I'm anticipating more of that now. I'm hoping for truth, guidance, discernment. In a couple of months it will be the anniversary of the death that set me into a tailspin. I hope to be able to honor him, his memory, his love. Being this conflicted and self-invalidating isn't.
My story is just as erotic as it is emotional and inspirational. That is ironically what was so transformative and healing. All of it is not believed in general. It IS unbelievable. I lived it and struggle with belief. I can't make it believable without lying and making it moot.
I'm not a writer, but can I be as bad as I am told? How can I know? How does one tell an important story that no one believes? Or is it best to say eff it and abandon all? I just assume everything I do is crap. I receive that response pretty universally to everything I do. It must be more true than I like to believe.
I'm anticipating more of that now. I'm hoping for truth, guidance, discernment. In a couple of months it will be the anniversary of the death that set me into a tailspin. I hope to be able to honor him, his memory, his love. Being this conflicted and self-invalidating isn't.