Flowers Among the Fault Lines

<p>I remember the room being very dim. It was like there was mood lighting. I am surprised to feel someone next to me touching my face while whispering something in my ear...</p><p>...The next time I awoke the noise was gone. This time [he] was right beside me in bed. I could feel his body pressed up against me. I felt a hardness against my side. He was rubbing himself on me. I was confused. Why was he in my bed touching me? Did he not understand how sick I was?!</p><p>...I believed I was actively dying and that my death was imminent. Did he not understand this...?</p><p>...I don't think I was in any shape to orgasm but there were moments when my head had to tell my body that this is not okay. This isn't one of those times that I should be feeling any degree of pleasure...</p><p></p><p>The memoir deals with sexual assault childhood trauma PTSD mental health self-help narcissism relationships divorce raising children child development coming of age resilience and healing from trauma.</p><p></p>