Wynsday's Child
Recovering from Childhood Trauma and Living on One's Own Terms
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From the onset of puberty, it was obvious there was a problem. I had my first period the summer before my 12th birthday, and didn’t have one again until I was thirteen. My mom didn’t believe that I’d truly had a period (we’ll talk about her labeling me a liar in another post), and assumed,…
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This past week I confirmed that one of my “firsts” died, and I’m trying to unpack all of it. Bear with me. When I was 19 I had my first sexual experience with another woman, a friend who I’d known for a few years at that point. In one instance, it was she and I…
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I was a strong-willed child. Or at least that’s how I was labeled. I asked questions that the adults around me couldn’t answer. I unknowingly called them out on their poor behavior. I moved to my own rhythm. I struggled with math and reading. I strived to understand the world and the people around me.…
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I hate you. They say that hate is too much to hold onto, a burden bared by the one who is doing the hating. But I’ve carried the weight of other people’s opinions of me around like Jacob Marley’s chains weighing me down for so long that this hate feels light. It is freeing. It…
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I’m testing to see how things look. This will be removed as I progress.
Wynsday's Child 