Fantistic sound design. Beautiful art. Masterful prose.
Nobody makes it through childhood unscathed. It hurt seeing C--- get treated in ways familiar to my own upbringing; ways I have thoughout my adult life slowly been un-repressing. Memories of sexual awakening during sexual abuse, that only became available to me through recreating those scenes as an adult. Feelings of overwhelming rejection of getting teased and turned on by caretakers, and then being turned down. Buying forgiveness with fast food, video games, bread and circuses. Being degraded, ignored, talked down to, praised, overwhelmingly praised. Being made to provide intimacy to your parents, or anyone they instruct you to, and being expected to do so eagerly, lest my rejection hurt their feelings. Being beaten and neglected into a perfect, precocious child. Struggling to simply survive the environment you were born into, never given any indication that things aren't supposed to be this way. Being the perfect child and understanding it will never be enough and that terrifying you. Growing attached to, loving, and *needing* the abuse that you've grown to expect.
And loving the people who put you through that.
The body keeps the score, and good god, i'm losing harder than i can bear to understand.
This story was difficult to read. I imagine it was moreso to live through, and doubly so to share. Thank you for doing so in spite of that.

