New faces, new people, here we go again. Step on and let the world begin to spin.
Long lost feelings and broken memories….
At age 5 or 6, I worried about men walking in on me in the bath – but only in places where older men (my grandfather’s age) resided….
I can only remember tiny snippets of the one and only time I went somewhere with my grandfather….
Sometimes I worry that these small memories are a sign of something more. Although I tell myself they are probably nothing, there is a nagging fear that more memories are hiding in the darkness. I have recognized that I have been abused and the damage it has done. I hope to God that nothing else exists because I don’t want to remember more…
Can we stop this ride now? I think I’m gonna be sick….