I am statistically improbable, but not impossible. I am also very real. I don’t lie, I rarely exaggerate, and I have minimal patience with wilful stupidity.
I’m a single mother of two children and a natural redhead who enhances. I’m currently coming out of a very long period of forgetting who and what else I am.
I am a survivor. I have been through many things, and I refuse to classify myself as an “abuse survivor” or “rape survivor” or “XYZ survivor”; to do so is to continue to define myself by the actions of others. Just say that I am a survivor. It’s what I do.
There’s a bunch of other stuff I could put here, but it builds expectations and then people project what they think X looks like on me and get mad when it’s not the same. Just read. You’ll figure it out soon enough.