Literal shit storm

In April or May of 2016 Myra had quite a few of parties and although she didn't drink alcohol a lot of her guests did. The reason I knew this is because I kept getting put on bin duty and the glass recycling was always overflowing after her parties. Normally the guests weren't too bad … Continue reading Literal shit storm

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Life in the house post-rape

After I was attacked I didn't really have the option to move out. I had little to no money and still hadn't paid off my deposit on the room. I hadn't even been living there for a month before this happened. The housemates weren't aware but even so it wasn't easy to live with them. … Continue reading Life in the house post-rape

First blame

I had an English friend who also lived in the suburbs between my town and Paris. He's probably in his 50s, his wife is somewhere in her 30s. They're mostly nice by he strikes me as somewhat shallow. When I was attacked I thought I could talk to him. I half hoped that because he … Continue reading First blame

Emily

Emily lived in the room on the left-hand side of the hallway on the same floor as I did, her room was next to the kitchen and mine was diagonally opposite. She was 19, French and an architecture student at a suburban university. She had light brown hair, down to her shoulders, fair skin and … Continue reading Emily

The tumble drier

Nobody ever thinks a tumble drier or a washing machine can be a source of bullying or abuse. In the shared house the kitchen and dining room downstairs was much larger and housed the two front-loading washing machines, a tumble dryer and the clothes horse. One washing machine was much older and very basic, the … Continue reading The tumble drier