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It’s been over 50 years since I crouched behind the boxes in that dark, dank basement, shivering as much from fear as from cold. Curled into as small a place as I could, wishing to be even smaller, hoping against hope that this time he wouldn’t find me.
But he did. He always did. And the punishment for running and hiding would be far worse than use usual treatment, but there was no fighting that need, that all-consuming need to escape. And that was only heightened when his friends were involved.
I can still hear their taunts, their horrible laughter as they humiliated me, teased and tortured me. I can feel the rough, decaying concrete on my palms and knees as I crawled away after they were done. Finding a corner to curl into, drag my clothes back on over bruises and scrapes.
And now, a new wrinkle. Due to chronic pain in my lower back and left shoulder, my doctor has prescribed a controlled-release pain medication. All medications of that type seem to share one terrifying aspect – they all can adversely affect breathing and the ability to draw a breath. The same struggle I felt back then when his hand was over my mouth to keep my quiet. Covering my nose as well, making it almost impossible to breathe. The world tilting from the pain and the lack of oxygen…
The horror now repeats at 2:00 am when I’m under the influence of the pain medication. Pills, patches, it doesn’t matter – they all cause the same reaction.
So in my attempt to escape the anguish of this abused body, I am thrown back into the gauntlet of pain and pleasure, of torture most perverse. And so I hide. And am found. And beat. Over and over.
world without end…
I’m so sorry this horrible side effect takes you back to that dreadful place. Is there anything the doctor can do about the restricted breath?
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I can’t take the panic attacks so the medicine we were trying is out of the question. Doctor is out of the office until next week. None of his “colleagues” will do anything with the pain medication, so I’m now stuck without any medication until next week. Life is such a joy.
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Marcus, I am truly sorry.
Can you keep writing?
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I am doing my best. It is the only way I can release some of the ugliness while reaching out at the same time.
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All those who say: “The past is in the past” have no idea. Courageous write. A friend taught me to breath into a short straw – seemed to work for me.
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Anything is worth a try at this point. Problem is when the panic hits – there’s almost no reasoning with me. So the best bet is to just stay away from any medication that causes them.
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Such a battle ….be well.
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You one courageous person to say the least…I’m sorry though that meds put fear in just the same as those days,try keep remembering it’s for pain ..
Keep strong lisa
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I can’t cope with the panic – would rather deal with the pain. Thanks for writing.
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Ah Marcus I so hear u ..try take it easy find some distraction if only for a while. .Chat soon
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I wish with everything in me that anything I might say could lessen your hurting. If it were so I would write forever. But fettered as I am by reality I can only hope that it will pass soon and let you know that you are not alone
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It hurts to read what you have gone through, and I have no words other than I am glad you are writing about it, and so very very sorry for your sake that you had to live through it… 💔
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Hi Marcus
Hopefully the email and hacking issue behind me. I now being stalked and several on the team thru me under the bus. I’m sending a person mail so we can chat.
Talk to you soon.
M
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Take care.
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