Recent content by Ann

I often think of the Russian nesting dolls -- the doll inside of a doll inside of a doll, and they come apart, inside is a smaller, and snaller, until finally there is the smallest. The tiniest doll is the first, before the abuse. Her head does not separate from her body. She is all one piece...

Cara, we are more like the mythological Phoenix than Humpty Dumpty: As the end of its life approached, the Phoenix would build a pyre nest of aromatic branches and spices such as myrrh, set it on fire, and be consumed in the flames. After three days the Phoenix arises from its own ashes...

I think whatever our body remembers is valid, even if all the pieces don't fit for the brain. There was nothing disgusting about your post, apart from your abuser. Some urge from inside pushes old memories to the surface, old sorrow, old anger, often for things I can't remember; but my body has...

I've never seen those old notes and can't imagine they'd still exist, but I do remember being painfully shy, unable to express myself, a frozen child. A second grade teacher contributed to the trauma; she was a bully and I was afraid. I was sent to a school psychiatrist who had me draw pictures...