Why are you looking at me like that?
Did I do something wrong?
My senses suddenly become sharper,, ears feel hot, “tick…tock”..I hear a clock ticking nearby
Tick tock, tick tock
Survival mode, pupils dilate
Why is the door locked?
I feel I should run but my feet weigh heavy like cinderblocks
Under my loose fitting shirt, I feel a bead of nervous sweat run down my rib cage
Tick…..tock….tick ……..tock….everything is in slow motion,
I am terrified, Why can’t I scream?
Tick…..tock You manipulate me like clay..
Tick tock…Tick tock… tick tock… tick tock
If I say anything, I am a bleeding heart victim and an attention whore.
When you are a victim of abuse, you don’t always understand what is happening which IS one of the reasons many victims fall prey.Innocence. Especially children. You become frozen and confused.
Once you realize the brevity of what happened, guilt and shame set it….you feel alone. This is a lie.. You are NOT alone