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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2021 03:17:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m very angry today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams about my parents thwarting me in something or another. That was my whole life with them and I never could figure out how - or muster the will - to escape it. And now I&apos;m old and all the dreams I had for my life are dead and gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did figure out that what they did was all about Melvin trying to control me. Ultimately that is why he raped me at nine years old. It was to &apos;teach me a lesson&apos;. It wasn&apos;t violent or coercive, it was seductive, the most damaging type of childhood sexual abuse. I was meant to like it and, the first few times, I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that&apos;s all I can handle saying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nebris&amp;ditemid=1312612&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <category>hotel hell</category>
  <category>pain and grief</category>
  <category>fuck my life</category>
  <category>rape culture</category>
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  <title>Umbra Pravorum</title>
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  <description>~On this day twelve years ago, my new life, my present life, began....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that just as I woke up. I had planned an extensive post on all of this, but as I went through that &lt;a href=&quot;http://nebris.livejournal.com/2003/09/&quot;&gt;September&apos;s LJ entrees&lt;/a&gt;...well, I suppose it best not to reopen those wounds too much. Things like this line I wrote just few days before, “I am keeping in mind that I was attacked here because I was happy and that threatens the status quo,” drove that home. And then, a week after the blow-up, &quot;...this whole nightmare is...well, the awfulness of started to sink in finally. I was doing so good. And those fucking monsters simply could not allow that.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how fucking evil Melvin is and how toxic Mumsie had become and some things that have I &apos;recovered&apos; in the past year now explain that to me and why it was &lt;i&gt;required&lt;/i&gt; that I be suppressed. I had expected to just &apos;live with&apos; these things because I did not want my father to have to deal with them. Too painful and I didn&apos;t want to upset the peace we&apos;d finally established. But he is dead now and decisions have to be made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nebris&amp;ditemid=636770&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <category>neb blah blah blah</category>
  <category>hotel hell</category>
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