Who am I kidding? My 93 year old grandma doesn't even have a computer!!!
My kids? I don't know. How do you tell your kids something like this?
Everyone else? Shame?
I'm trying to breathe, hands sweating etc.
Yesterday I called a lawyer(I knew him when we were in grade school and college)
I also called the Independence Police Department and
and the Kansas City Police Department
--somehow my police report is missing but the record that it exists remains
--puzzling
I talked to 2 new friends that hadn't known any of this before, they know now.
I talked to the Metropolitan Organization to Counteract Sexual Assault(MOCSA)
I "chatted" with an old friend on facebook, she now knows
I think I'm doing pretty good, for a chicken.
I bought chocolate and hot tea. The chocolate is gone already:(
I think that for now I am as public in as many places as I can be and still hold together.
How to describe this journey? I suffered a lot of abuse as a child especially at the hands of my teacher in the Christian school I attended. I face up to it off and on. When I ignore it...well that's not so good either. Where does grace come in? Read on and I hope you'll see. I'm still trying to figure it out. I write this like I'm talking to a friend who understands or at least is trying to. You're welcome to join the conversation.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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