The end of a full weekend

Got the new roomie all moved in. His cat is still hiding in his room, otherwise things are spiffy. We have cleaned piles and piles of trash out of the house.

By started the construction cleanup job yesterday. Said it's not terribly difficult or exciting, but he likes the guy he's working with. Since he came home in a much improved mood last night, we snuck out for groceries and hit the Brandeis book sale. $60 and two grocery sacks later.....

Managed to get some knitting done this weekend, too. By's sweater is 13" done. I've finished 25 patterns repeats on the shawl edging. And I'm up to the heel shaping on my purse socks.

Got a fair amount of stuff done today too. Ran to Lawrence with the recycling, stopped at the Merc for F's meatless groceries. Need to chagne the litter boxes and the bathrooms, but that can wait a little while.

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Some things still make me cry, years later. This post, linked from ladymurmur's journal.

I've been fairly open about what happened to me. When you're having a panic attack in the middle of a meeting because someone you didn't see behind you touched your shoulder, it's hard to hide it. You have to explain, or someone who knows has to explain for you. I've told the story, more than I've ever said in a sitting to a person, in this journal (here, and here). I'm still coming to terms with how much those three nights changed my life.

To my friends, here and in real life,
who've sat with me when I couldn't bear to be touched,
to those who held my hand when I could tolerate the contact,
who've woke me from the nightmares,
to the people who warned strangers to be careful around me when I couldn't tell my own story,
to the friend who sedated me when I needed it and kept me from hurting myself further,
to the man who met me when all of this was fresh and vivid, and was patient enough to love me despite that,

Thank you all.
Those words aren't enough, because I can't tell you all how much you helped.

My name is Jera. I am a survior of sexual violence.
No pity. No shame. No silence.