tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post9055054525518974375..comments2023-10-24T05:52:13.860-07:00Comments on VIGALAND: OUT FROM UNDER: IT'S NOT THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED #incest #child sexual abuseVigabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-20899381987027840642013-01-11T19:52:47.615-08:002013-01-11T19:52:47.615-08:00Ooh I know you do El. Thanks for posting. Ooh I know you do El. Thanks for posting. Vigabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-66494955392636909892013-01-10T06:50:07.993-08:002013-01-10T06:50:07.993-08:00My gosh hun. I do understand, all too well.My gosh hun. I do understand, all too well.El Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15852928942787923550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-11265417705090552462012-11-09T20:16:28.060-08:002012-11-09T20:16:28.060-08:00That's fascinating re the massage doing that t...That's fascinating re the massage doing that to you Patricia. Thanks for sharing. What you say certainly might explain my rather explosive outburst of tears. And yes, you are so right that we really can't say one hurts more than another: it all does depend on how each of us processes the hurt. What seems major to one is minor for another and vice versa, just as everyday things impact each of us differently, some more, some less. Thanks for commenting. Vigabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-6676317724256455322012-11-08T23:04:31.791-08:002012-11-08T23:04:31.791-08:00Our bodies remember whether our minds do or not. T...Our bodies remember whether our minds do or not. That is where your sadness and crying came from, in my opinion. I had a friend who was a massage therapist give me a massage 2 different times where about halfway thru the massage, my body started trembling and each time did not stop for at least 30 minutes to an hour. I trembled uncontrollably. She said she had a man client who would also do that but didn't know of anyone else. She didn't know why it happened. I felt, at the time, that the trembling was my body's way of releasing some of the trauma of the incest. <br /><br />It isn't fair to ourself or others to compare our trauma to theirs. Sexual abuse affects us each in different ways. My sister who was fondled and verbally abused has deeper scars than I did which she still has not healed today. Anyone looking at the two of us would say my abuse with intercourse was worse. It all depends upon how we react to the abuse and how long we hold on to it rather than doing the necessary healing. Who can say that I hurt more than you hurt?Patricia Singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14114250171020836470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-83050013729359878412012-11-06T19:20:14.634-08:002012-11-06T19:20:14.634-08:00Thanks so much for stopping by and reading this. Y...Thanks so much for stopping by and reading this. Yes, I suppose for someone who has never experienced this, it's a shocker and sadly, so many, too many, think this doesn't really happen, at least not in their own families. But the reality, the statistics, are quite staggering. Incest is far more common than we realize or want to admit. That's why I'm appalled at your book being banned. This again is stinkin' thinkin' so to speak ie. pretend it doesn't happen and maybe it'll go away. That's why I'm writing my book and I'm glad writers like you are writing Little 15. Some writers write to entertain; others, like us, write to enlighten and the world sure needs enlightening! <br /><br />Thanks by the way for the compliments on my writing. Coming from you, it's appreciated. Vigabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863985539323214850.post-29390506787077039062012-11-06T19:00:58.702-08:002012-11-06T19:00:58.702-08:00Oh my dear Lord, reading this completely stopped m...Oh my dear Lord, reading this completely stopped me in my tracks. I did not suffer sexual abuse as a child, so I can't even begin to understand your suffering. But dear sweet Jesus ... how did you ever sleep? How did you ever rest? How did you function? I think of my own children and I want to cry for you. But you survived. Because you had no choice. Beautiful writing, by the way.Stephanie Sayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16473681917226901485noreply@blogger.com