Roxanna's memory

We have a part named Roxanna.  She, along with several other parts, were biologically alive, but otherwise they had given up in mind and spirit.  That rat-faced dickhead ass-munch traumatized these parts SO much that they had given up. 

Try to imagine if all the rest of us had given up, and you'll come close to the RAGE that we felt/feel.  The incredible despair, grief, and aching loneliness, as well.

Roxanna's story....
It was summertime.  We were 9 years old.  We were playing in our room.  He burst into our room, raging mad.  Maybe Roxanna was the part who had been dealing with the rapes, at that point.  We're not sure, but she did say it happened to her before.  Roxanna said he wasn't angry at anything to do with us.  He told her to take her clothes off and get on the bed.  The bed was on the west wall. 

The bastard raped Roxanna over and over and over and over and over.  Without stopping.  WITHOUT STOPPING!!!!!! 

DO YOU HEAR THAT???!!!!

WITHOUT STOPPING!!!!

She eventually couldn't take it anymore, and just went catatonic.

Luckily, our therapist (TK), does have a method for learning the stories of extremely wounded ones, healing and restoring them.

Roxanna is now with the other kids, that we know, in the system.  She's able to play, color, sleep, do anything she wants.

Fuckface.