Open Journal #31

Excited puppies and wet paint do not mix well. So my week has been spent moving from room to room and staying out the way of painters. Painters we had booked long ago before all this stuff happened. It has been a weird week of broken sleep and naps and writing and hiding away alone. … Continue reading Open Journal #31 →

Open Journal #23

I wasn’t talking about this to anyone. Never have. Would never. Had no need. I started talking to The Mentor about it. Well, because that’s what I do now. I think I started to understand it was at the root of some stuff, and keeping it secret wasn’t helping anything. These are some of the … Continue reading Open Journal #23 →

Open Journal #21

Traumasexuality by Peter John Schouten Clearly I am late to the party. As I am with most things to do with all of this. The Mentor mentioned it, mentioned it in such a way that I paid attention. Thought I would get a copy and have a read. I really don’t do this, you will … Continue reading Open Journal #21 →

Open Journal #20

This last month I’ve slipped into being a bit of a recluse. Sleep broken by nightmares, half the night spent in the chat room or writing, and no real energy left for the outside world. Not that I had much desire to be around people anyway. The odd visitor to the house I could manage … Continue reading Open Journal #20 →

Open Journal #17

A couple of days ago, I was writing to The Mentor. I write about what I am feeling, what I have discovered, what I have talked about with people, what I have read. He sends it back with comments and thoughts and links and things for me to think about or where to go next. … Continue reading Open Journal #17 →

Open Journal #3

Back when I started to be abused I was in a boarding school and worked in the kitchen helping the Chef. So plenty of free cigarettes and extra food. I was a skinny tennis playing boy of 12 who could eat. I used to creep down at dawn and steal bread and jam from the … Continue reading Open Journal #3 →

Open Journal #2

Over the last week, since stumbling into this emporium of delights, I've noticed some odd things happening in my head. Lately, my brain has been catching little phrases and comments like driftwood throughout the day. Sometimes a remark made at 3am in the chat room will click into place at 4pm while i'm sipping a … Continue reading Open Journal #2 →

Open Journal #1

here is a pilot of the first entry, i am working on turning the whole thing into a podcast. This a rough mix. The majority is recorded i am just working on mixing and production. just press play A Voice Less Ordinary i thought i might try this and see how it goes. First day … Continue reading Open Journal #1 →