I called my mother and asked her if she remembered when I told her my secret; the secret I had promised, the man we called Uncle Carl, to keep. She said, "I remember, you told me a few days after he left." I remember telling her. I remember what I said. I have a crisp memory of …
sexual abuse
Uncle Carl molested me when I was eight
( WARNING - Adult content) I have been avoiding writing some of my stories. It is easy to write about losing my hammer. It is easy to write about finding my iron. It is hard for me to write about what happened in my bedroom behind a closed-door in 1966. I started to write a story called "When …
