My mother was a psychopath. She wasn't born with that personality.
One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product.
This will be my last post for 2016 as I move onward and upwards going forward. This year has been full of lessons for which I am grateful. I have become wiser and stronger. Now, I will give examples of how abusers hide inside of the world of advocacy work, sometimes further damaging people who … Continue reading Abusers In Advocate Clothing
When my eldest son was in his early teens, he loved his trick bikes and was quite good at jumping hills. We'd go out to the dirt bike jumps before the days of cemented skate parks. I was adamant about helmets, elbow pads and knee pads. "OMG, mom. I look stupid!" He'd say. He'd put … Continue reading Why You Shouldn’t Stand In Front Of a Runaway Train
"You're crazy." How often have you heard this phrase thrown around, either flippantly, in jest or to victim blame someone who has overcome or is recovering from abuse? I heard this often as a post-cult teenager and well into my adult years. While I was actually dealing with the behavioral aftermath of being an extremely … Continue reading Born Crazy: A Video Poem
Dear Counsel, Again? Ah, I'm trying real hard not to be irritated with you all. I tire of writing to you like I'm some child, although I very much enjoy writing. Just not for this purpose. As you know, I am writing an edgy, sensuous book. So I say this. I know, Vennie, you are … Continue reading Dear Counsel, I’m Writing To You Again
In this vlog, I share my thoughts about invisible diagnoses. v.k.
Imagine that you're in an empty room. The room has become completely dark. You need to get up and get out of the room, but in order to do that, you have to be able to see so you can find the door. All that is visible is a glow in the dark light switch … Continue reading Why the Switch Sometimes Can’t Be Flipped.