The name game
A rose by any other name might smell as sweet. Just don't call me a pansy!
My name is Aden. My dads name is Aden. My step-dads name was Aden. My mothers current boyfriends name is Aden. When my sexual abuser came to live with us, I had to change my name, because HIS name was Aden.
I swear to God! I am not schizophrenic, every one of those Adens is a different person. Figure this one out, it really happened: "Aden told Aden that Aden went to Aden's funeral and it was the first time that Aden had spoken to Aden since Aden raped Aden." Is it any wonder that I have identity issues?
Before I was ever sexually abused I had my name stolen from me by the perp. That may not seem like much, but it goes to the core of my identity. When they allowed an emotionally unbalanced criminal to move into my house, gave him my name, put him in my bed room, and expected me to accept his torments in silence, they set me on the down hill road.
What's in a name? Perhaps the essense of our being.
My name is Aden. My dads name is Aden. My step-dads name was Aden. My mothers current boyfriends name is Aden. When my sexual abuser came to live with us, I had to change my name, because HIS name was Aden.
I swear to God! I am not schizophrenic, every one of those Adens is a different person. Figure this one out, it really happened: "Aden told Aden that Aden went to Aden's funeral and it was the first time that Aden had spoken to Aden since Aden raped Aden." Is it any wonder that I have identity issues?
Before I was ever sexually abused I had my name stolen from me by the perp. That may not seem like much, but it goes to the core of my identity. When they allowed an emotionally unbalanced criminal to move into my house, gave him my name, put him in my bed room, and expected me to accept his torments in silence, they set me on the down hill road.
What's in a name? Perhaps the essense of our being.