FLOWERS AMONG THE FAULT LINES

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......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?!...I believed I was actively dying and that my death was imminent. Did he not understand this...?...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...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.