What Being Raped Cost Me

I’ve written parole protests repeatedly as the offender who raped me comes up for parole. I do it mostly so that when I talk to the lead voter from the Texas Board of Pardons and Paroles, I have a template of what I want to say. I never know if I’m going to lose it,Continue reading “What Being Raped Cost Me”

The Weird Thing About PTSD

I was raped, sodomized, and beaten for six hours back in January 1987.  Twenty-eight years ago.  Initially, I knew what I “should” feel like, but didn’t really register much.  But that wasn’t really anything new- I’d been pretty good about not registering specific feelings for a long time.  As I’ve gotten older, and had moreContinue reading “The Weird Thing About PTSD”