H.C.

...is a young lady of uncertain origin who tampered with my family--especially me--in ways that terrified me. My son came to me and then fled from me, not knowing where to turn. Ever since that night--it's been years--I've been fighting the battle of my life. It's been like Armageddon. I just forgot. The relationship ended … Continue reading H.C. →

I have my life in order

Going to Wernersville State Hospital and everything it entailed was about how badly I fd up at Harvard-Radcliffe. The smoking, the not knowing how to shower, the neediness, the not knowing why I was there; and then to top it all off, getting involved with the Advocate magazine in the wrong way at the wrong … Continue reading I have my life in order →

so…

it's finally come down to this. I knew it all my life. My father had problems he couldn't solve. I knew it as a little girl when I tugged at his sleeve trying to get attention from him. I knew it when he called me up at the Lodge Program at Wernersville State Hospital askng … Continue reading so… →

About My Father

My favorite dream when I was a little girl, the most special, was the Purple Throne Dream. The Throne was distant; magnificent. Where I was, near the Throne, at the bottom of the ocean, was a case full of pearls, rubies and other jewels, half buried in the sand. This 2as me and my father … Continue reading About My Father →

Rift

Here there is a final rift with my father and I will be leaving; it cannot go another way. He is busted down to "traffic cop." I cant even remember now the reason but this fits. He had been going around everywhere having affairs with people in this head, even Sister M.; and my old … Continue reading Rift →

Book

He finally got to me about the book. I started him writing, i helped him write; thats fine. But his "insights" come from his conversations with me over MANY YEARS and i DO NOT take kindly to this. He took it for free. I am talking about my father. He said that an old colleague … Continue reading Book →

Today

...is the day after yesterday, the day to implement what yesterday said and i did! I talked to my father about my mother, Sister M the nun and Miss D the therapist. About the sexual damage. That as my father he should be the one man i can trust. And about needing "a bit of … Continue reading Today →

Freedom

God just released me from the sexual relationship with my ex husband, which was a question of ungodly and painful contortions. It is a relief. God showed me His tears. I'm not sure what He means. I see ny husband in my minds eye, a good looking fellow with a good sense of humor. How … Continue reading Freedom →