I remember the list of positions, one-two-three-four-five; the tension in my calves, the brittle arch of my arms as I balanced on the balls of my feet. Ageless, thoughtless reflexes inhabit my body, ghosts in a haunted house. You don’t outgrow what you learn that early on
Read MoreIt’s taken me years to come to terms with my experiences. Because for years I thought I deserved to be treated the way he treated me. That my body truly made me undesirable, unlovable, and that his expressed feelings toward me were natural, that they were not his fault.
Read MoreI had learned from a very young age that my father was an angry man.
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