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The confession

I felt nothing when he died.  

Assault

A storm inside the mind is not so different from a wildfire.

The acknowledgement

I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?

The Latest

Finding pleasure after violation

Those who’ve been victimized need to demand genital joy as a birthright.

Healing the past with healthy boundaries in the present

Internalized and unresolved shame from one generation becomes the burden of the next.

Stop is a complete sentence

I’m a baby. The monster comes to life here, before I have words. Before I can say stop. If I could, I would scream the word until I’m hoarse.

The color yellow is a lie

I am doing everything by the book but my book isn’t the same as everyone else’s.

I wanted to be your wall

Do you remember the early years when I pushed my bed between yours and our bedroom door, between Daddy and you, night after night?

The sheets

I experienced my childhood rape as a death.

The confession

I felt nothing when he died.  

Essays

Assault

A storm inside the mind is not so different from a wildfire.

How to become a feminist horror writer

It’s the early 90’s. You watch “Gremlins” at a sleepover...

A good sport

Don’t mean to brag, but I am a triathlete of...

Tracing

“Are you ready to talk about it?” my therapist asks...

Books

Essays in search of identity after cult, abuse

Part memoir, part essay collection, Leaving Isn’t the Hardest Thing is a fearless book.

‘No reason for shame’: a survivor speaks up

Rachel Thompson has, over the years, thought of herself as a survivor more than a victim. “I think I’ve always had that within me [being a survivor]. I literally had to find a way to cope constantly, because I had to.”

Award-winning writer Michelle Bowdler on her new book ‘Is Rape a Crime?,’ a testament to her own story as well as an indictment of...

In her new book, a longlist contender for this year’s National Book Award in nonfiction, Michelle Bowdler explains how a violent home invasion and sexual assault led her to investigate the lack of investigation into sex crimes.

Poetry

To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters

On my street I am witness to the young men who...

Revenge of the soul thief

You murdered my son, Abuser. Though breath still trickles out closed lips, he...

Eight of Cups

I keep seeing him, in gardenia scented dreams. he’s trying to...

Seven of Swords

that smiling wink when he was drunk on soju, the flush of...

The acknowledgement

I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?