confession

They say confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation, so I might as well find out if they're right by making a confession of my own.

There are bits of my mind that scare the heck out of me.

Sometimes it feels like I may not be alone in my head, and somewhere in the boatload of darkness inside me there is something, or someone else.

And that something or someone isnt a nice critter in any way, shape or form.

During the worst moments after my accident, I could FEEL myself slipping out of sanity, and what waits to take over ... well, it wouldnt be good news for anyone who likes or loves Dorothy, lets put it that way.

And there is also my deep shame about my rape.

Sometimes, I not only have flashbacks by accident. Sometimes, I trigger it on purpose for one reason.

Something in the experiance actually turns me on.

I remember what happened, or have a fantasy of it happening again - and I get aroused.

And that scares me beyond my ability to describe it.

Ah, well.

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