The Deer Woman{this entry does not deal with sexual abuse, it is just a wonderful, true story}
Deer Woman sits at her kitchen table looking out the window, slowly sipping her coffee, watching the clouds turn pink with the rising of the
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Hi there lovely person! Thank you for checking out my site! Let me first say that I feel like Dana’s Company of Wolves sounds a bit ‘ownery’ My first choice was just The Company of wolves, but that domain was already taken.. The company of Wolves is the title of one of my blogs, as well as a one woman show I performed with my acting group. In my life experience, the wild animal wolves were my trusted friends, while the dangerous ‘wolves’ were actually adult human men that I was supposed to be able to trust, that used that trust to violate me again and again….
Deer Woman sits at her kitchen table looking out the window, slowly sipping her coffee, watching the clouds turn pink with the rising of the
Useless,worthless,life ruining, selfish,wrong, bad, ugly, smells bad, infections, skin rashes….SHAME! Shame is the hardest feeling for me to endure, and I am steeped in it!
To a person with low self esteem, the mirror can be a really scary thing! This reflective glass has it’s uses however, it is very
So, what I’M about to tell you is a cautionary tale, a “heads up” However you want to frame it. Bottom line, it’s information I
(having just read Cosmo) Why do I do this to myself? Especially at my age? Fuck, even at 18 I was never THAT perfect…but, I
I’m feeling sad, scared,confused and rejected by my mom today. Somehow I’ve become ” one of THEM” A burden…I feel like I should just kill
SO, if reading my stuff has made something in you shift, and you are now ready to shout your OWN story from the rooftops, well
This is a story of a “tinman” just like the one in THE Wizard of OZ, who didn’t recognize the beauty of his own heart.
First, I want to start by saying that my poor young, innocent mother tried SO hard to shelter me from the meanness in the world…She