Chapter 5: Bishop Randall

The old lady sitting across from me at the Health Center at BYU-Idaho was nothing like the therapists in the movies.  Her wrinkled skin hung loosely on her bony frame, and her long white hair was wild and gave the impression of a mad scientist, rather than a psychologist. “So, what can I do for … Continue reading

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Why I’m Glad I was Abused

Originally posted on The Queer Ex-Mormon :
My dad should have never been a father. In fact, if you could go back 30 years and ask the twenty-four year old version of himself he’d tell you outright that he never wanted to have kids. Unfortunately unwanted pregnancies are a side affect of poor habits. So 30…

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