I was fourteen when I met a boy who I thought was of no consequence. I figured I would date him for a month tops and then it would be over. He was so persistent. Five years later I found myself sitting in a my university's counseling center sobbing uncontrollably over the monster that that relationship became. The one that tried to swallow me whole like it was some mutated Cracken from the sea. I got through it and came out stronger, vowing to tell my story and educate others from my experience.Now Macy's leading the way with its support for the RESPECT! Campaign, which offers the tools parents need to define and promote healthy relationships, and intervene effectively if abuse begins. FVPF (Family Violence Prevention Fund) states-"Teens across the United States are experiencing high … [Read more...]
Book Tuesday but Wednesday
Here's the newest excerpt from Casey. School picture day was a nightmare with Casey wearing some incredibly awful plaid ensemble her mother thought would be “just darling”. To Casey it damned her for all eternity as a complete dork. That plaid ensemble would live on in the high school year book for all time. Sarah having been on the ‘inside’ for this whole time is not only helping her to wade through the treacherous waters of high school but also her closet. According to Sarah they had their work cut out for them. If Sarah could not help turn Casey’s prissy private school girl image around soon she felt she was going to be doomed to sitting alone in the lunchroom and forcing herself on the lactose-intolerant highly allergic girl in the corner to be her lab partner. Sarah is her Obi … [Read more...]
Book Tuesday is Back!
Because I need a push, Book Tuesday is back. I hope you don't mind. If you want to read back pieces of Casey then click on the word 'casey' at the bottom and it will get you refreshed and up to date. Sarah is Casey’s best friend. The two could not be more different Casey frequently muses. Where Casey tends to stand in the corner Sarah is always out front. She is loud and feisty always angling to get what she wants in the way that she wants it. Casey likes to wait things out and see where life will take her unless Sarah decides to drag her along which she frequently does. Casey’s parents have been all over her lately to find new friends. They want her to branch out beyond Sarah at this new school and think that maybe then she will stop getting into trouble. Lately, when she and … [Read more...]
Book Day! Entry 3
Once again, saved by the book. After a sleepless night convincing me that there is indeed no rest for the wicked (another post entirely) and the wicked not being me but our dog, I am grateful to be have the book. You'll notice this part goes back a few years in Casey's life and this part is really just setting the scene for later things. I'm toying with this idea of going back and forth in her life. The 90sCasey slid down the wall, hugging her notebook to her small frame and feeling the hard books in her backpack dig into her back. She slumps down beneath the front office window of her new school. Who knew that high School was the gateway to hell, she thought to herself. Certainly not her parents who had decided that public school would be a good change for her. She had her doubts, but … [Read more...]
Book – Part Deux
Well if it isn't perfect timing- Mummy has quite the migraine today and would rather be lying in bed in the fetal position than doing anything the resembles going through a normal day. As promised, another entry from the book. For the first entry click here.Anyone else smell ammonia? * * * * * * * * * * * In her mind, though Casey began to think back. Hit me? No. Rob had never hit me. Sure, there was that time that he twisted her arm a bit. When he would forcibly make her do things but that was not hitting. Besides, she was small and he was so big. He did not know his own strength. He always said he was sorry afterwards too. That she was weak and she was so small she needed to toughen up and he was just helping her. It was true. She was small and weak. She wanted to be tough. That was not … [Read more...]
Here we go!
Her knees are pulled so tightly to her chest she thinks she might bruise her ribs. Her arms grip her legs and her hands clutch her ankles as if she is holding on for dear life. The knuckles on her fingers are white. She rocks there on the floor of her friend’s room unable to stifle the sobs that sometimes became wails that then crash into screams. Her face is a mottled mess and her hair is wild and sticky from her tears. It sticks in clumps to her face and snarls in other places from her fingers that twisted and pulled the blond strands at other times.After the first hour, no one paid her any mind. They wanted her to ride it out. Her friends were uneasy with this much emotion. While Casey was never one to shy away from how she felt her friends simply did not know what to do with this type … [Read more...]