Traumatized
Can you imagine having someone hold you down every couple of weeks so that people can hurt you? And you don't understand why they do this? Imagine if your boss came in once a month and said, "I'm sorry, but it's time." Panic, terror sets in because you know what's coming. It always comes. A group of people you don't know rush you, speak soothing words as they immobilize your limbs. Your own mother is there, holding down your arms. Someone comes in with a giant needle and plunges it into your arm. Or maybe they have a knife and they cut you, over and over. You thrash, you fight, you cry and snot's running down into your screaming mouth. Who are these people, and what are they doing? Why won't they let you go? Why does it hurt so much? When will it stop? Then it does. They leave you. Your mother holds you and tells you you did so well, but you want nothing to do with that beast. That woman who pretends to love you, only to allow you to be assaul...