The Last Straw

I heard earlier today that when I was attacked on the Pagoda Unit before I got left in the woods, one of the last things they did was to pull out my bladder and play with it, I had a prolapsed uterus AND bladder and the bladder sometimes pokes through into the vagina. Not a … Continue reading The Last Straw →

Amendment to Story about Boarding School

I take it back what I said about a Harlem scholarship student being raped by a teacher and being killed. I just made that just made that up in my mind. I was under a lot of mental stress.

MY JOURNEY HOME

I am at home for the first time since I was 14 years old. I had a baby by my father when I was 13. I was forced to abort him. His name was Arthur Ambrose. I was sent away to a boarding school and blocked it all out. I had a roommate; I won't … Continue reading MY JOURNEY HOME →

This Just In, Updated, updated

...See my last post. omg, I just saw this. About the explosion on my mother. It was David. The point about state hospital patient David and his girlfriend, Claire, who went on to Wellesley, is that he took her virginity and she hated him for it. He blamed his breakdown on this. (Of course, he … Continue reading This Just In, Updated, updated →

1982

The year of my Advocate presidency. The Advocate was the undergraduate literary magazine at Harvard. How I got involved with that is a sordid story and how it went for me is worse. I went to Harvard on a wing and a prayer. I wrote my college application personal essay about running away from home. … Continue reading 1982 →

Rape

The problem with my marriage and motherhood is that it started with a rape. Mybex had me pinnrd diwn. Wevwerent using a ny orotection. H exoexmcted him to pull out. Then, at the last minute, he cried out, "Let me come deep inside you! Tell me you live me until the end of time! There … Continue reading Rape →

Cutting to the chase

My mother is napping so she can't come to visit. I wanted her to, because i am on my last pack of cigarettes, i suddenly discovered. That carton went by fast. So she and my father will cone tomorrow. I hate that "father," as it applies to my dad, is a humorous word. I remember … Continue reading Cutting to the chase →