Trauma
I feel that when trauma happens early in life it establishes a pattern that maybe set apart from apparently everyone you’re never quite the same as everyone else. I’m not saying that you’re not all there aren’t people out there Who would understand. It just feels that way. There’s a fight that starts At first I was fighting the men off. It was just before after my 11th birthday. On a break from primary school, such as the May half term, Or the summer term that followed. My parents were at work. One man broken through a little window. He was of stunted growth. He let the other men in. There were six in total. At first the ring leader pinned me down in my bedroom and kissed me. He looked really pleased and turned to the others and said, ‘look she’s doing it’. As an adult was pleased with what I was doing, I was confused. I was being pinned down and I was frightened, but apparently I was doing something to please a grown-up. They then took me into my parents bedroom. They pinne...