it took me a bit to actually get the courage to write this. I tend to just keep going through everyday with this stuff pushed to the back of my mind, ignoring it, because that is my survival tactic. For some reason, I don't feel a need to talk about any of this when it hurts the most...I need to talk about it when I feel fine, maybe to make sure it all comes out in order.
Y'all can call me Dori, I'm a feminist social activist in my mid-twenties, married with no children, and feel the need to emotionally vomit.( Cut for slightly graphic descriptions of physical, emotional and sexual assault as well as blunt language and tl,dr. If I missed something to warn about, please let me know.Collapse )
Thanks for listening.