A childhood nightmare

For years

I kept

A secret

I was being abused

Every day

All day

And every night too

The sordid details of my abuse

Finally came out

One dark winters night in 1994

When I was just 14

I was questioned, interrogated

For hours, by the nuns

Who ran the boarding school

I went to

Eventually the next afternoon

My mom came and took me home

I was so happy to get to go home with her

But my nightmare was far from over

FOWC with Fandango — Sordid – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne