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He allowed me to work at my own pace, attend my doctor’s appointments and take care of myself above all else because by this time, I was damaged. Damaged beyond immediate repair. By this time, if I wasn’t crying at my computer, I would fall asleep at it, with my hands still on the keys. I’d take naps during lunch breaks. Sometimes I’d grab a piece of paper and just doodle. Eventually, among the depression, anxiety, and PTSD, I was diagnosed with a sleep disorder – Period Limb Movement Disorder (PLMD), but my depression ran deep. And, so did the damage.
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He allowed me to work at my own pace, attend my doctor’s appointments and take care of myself above all else because by this time, I was damaged. Damaged beyond immediate repair. By this time, if I wasn’t crying at my computer, I would fall asleep at it, with my hands still on the keys. I’d take naps during lunch breaks. Sometimes I’d grab a piece of paper and just doodle. Eventually, among the depression, anxiety, and PTSD, I was diagnosed with a sleep disorder – Period Limb Movement Disorder (PLMD), but my depression ran deep. And, so did the damage.
Alcohol and the grace of God, spared me the memories of the rape, but I’ll never forget the harassment I endured, after returning from my TAD trip.
I woke up in my hotel room, nude, sore, bruised. Thick, crusty, sticky goop – semen, on my legs, in my pubic hair, on my thighs, on the sheets. I sat on my bed in shock. I knew what happened, yet I didn’t know. I couldn’t know. Not to me. I had no memory. Who? How? My head was pounding and swirling. I could barely keep it upright. My tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth. I needed water. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were swollen and bloodshot. I clearly cannot hold my liquor.
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