A poem by H Dawood about trauma and recovery
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
I know that the Weinstein’s and the C.K’s, and the Ansari’s are slipping out of popular discourse. But friends, partners, family members and strangers stay abusing.
"I didn't know that complex PTSD existed until I came across it in Judith Herman's 'Trauma and Recovery' and realised that I had it"