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Still at It/ Writing in Undergarments

I have some difficulty in telling my stories, usually flashbacks ensue, many times physical illness such as stomach aches, headaches, and sleeplessness. And of course we can’t forget the PTSD symptoms such as hyper vigilance and panic attacks.

But I must say that in the telling there is release, and I am able to embrace that little girl inside and assure her that none of the abuse was her fault. Nor is it the fault of any child when they are violated by adults. You readers out there that may harbor feelings like I did, believing the lies that get foisted on abuse survivors-do not accept blame for the abuse you suffered. It is simply NOT TRUE, AND IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT!!!

I have to go for now, arm hurting, mind racing. We are survivors keep pushing on.

By Susan T. Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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