My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess

I seriously haven’t posted a true blog in two months? What??? But here’s the thing: if I’m not posting, it means I haven nothing to complain about, so life is good. I graduated four months ago and have been working in the dental field for three months. My job is fantastic. The Prozac is still fucking life changing and I’m in love with it. I don’t even have side effects as far as I can tell.

But I digress. The title of this post is “My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess”. The story is this: I was just watching a video about how childhood trauma negatively affects a person’s health throughout their life. Let’s not get into the details because that’s depressing… However, it got me thinking that yes, by their standards my childhood was traumatic. The first time I was sexually assaulted, I was too young to even remember it. Plus, I witnessed domestic abuse for the first 18 years of my life.

Here’s the strange thing: At the time, I didn’t think it was traumatic or stressful overall. Continue reading My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess

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As A Man Who Respects Women, I Thought I’d Never Crossed A Line. I Was Wrong.

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“When we think of those guilty of sexual assault and abuse, we tend to be reminded of some of the most vile and morally corrupt figures in our lives and in the news.

As someone who has always highly respected women, I never imagined I could be remotely associated with this issue.

It turns out, I was wrong.”

Obnoxiously Joyful

I’ve been on Prozac for over a month and a half now. The big change I’ve noticed now that it’s fully kicked in is that I’m obnoxiously joyful much of the time. I was like this back in high school, so it feels kinda weird to be so happy almost all the time. I never thought the “old me” would come back. I thought it died when my parents divorced and experienced my more traumatic episodes of sexual assault. Continue reading Obnoxiously Joyful

A Man Tried to Follow Me When I Was Biking

Trigger warning: sexual harassment

Lately I’ve been going on short bike rides a few times per week in a huge park that I love to refer to as my “urban oasis.” Early last Saturday morning, I was doing my usual route alone in the woods. I was enjoying the fact that I was building stamina and could see my muscles start to get more defined. Plus, it’s so relaxing to be immersed in nature and see lots of cute dogs.  Continue reading A Man Tried to Follow Me When I Was Biking