Abuse hates silence. Abusers love secrets.
Talking about abuse is the single most liberating thing that a person can do.
People often think these things should be hushed up, not talked about.
Fuck that I say.

Recently my Abuser decided to leave comments on our blogs. My Abuser thought they were being clever in hiding their name. However their gassy writing style is obvious from twenty paces.

The Abuser loves watching it’s victim. Often I hear friends talk of times that their abusers have attempted to get in touch with them again. What do these freaks want? Why not leave their victims alone? If they get in touch it’s never to make an apology. What do they have to apologise for? Your reaction to them is insane! You are the crazy one!

Obviously the Abuser lives in a hole so removed from reality they don’t accept or understand that they are mentally ill. Many of them even fool the other people they have contact with. They will close their eyes to the truth about themselves at all costs. because what is the alternative? To face what they have done? No Abuser is brave enough to do that! Cowards, all of them! Of course! Otherwise why would they have used their power as adults to torture children?

Here is what I have to say to my Abuser and Yours.

You can cover the horror of your life with words, long long words.
You can hide what you are from your friends and family.
You can profess you are Buddhist, Christian, Muslim or whatever fucking religion you like. It’s all the same to you isn’t it?
You can even pretend to hear the mind of your Creator.
Hide in your hole and pretend.
Cover your ears and eyes with mud.
Sit in your crawlspace with the ghosts and the bones.
Chew on your own fecal mind.

We are coming for you.
We come when you sleep.
We come when you are not looking.
The voices you hear in the night.
We talk to you all the time. But you already know this. You know it’s coming.
If you outlive us we become stronger.
We are the voices in the pipes.
At your end it is we that take you to the next place. It is our hand you hold.
Confused child. We became wise. You just became old
and scared
and small

So very, very small
We are coming for you