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Carol Townend
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Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
Stories (656/0)
Please Remember, Unless I Say Yes, I DO NOT Consent.
Many times in my life, I have dealt with unwanted sexual touching and rape. I haven't said or done anything to bring this on myself, and as I was covered most of the time, I soon learned that what I was wearing made no difference. These weren't just men, they were women too. There is an obvious difference between someone who wants you to touch them, and someone who does not. If a person whether male or female pushes you away but doesn't verbally say stop, then she or he is telling you that they do not want touching in that way. It is NOT an incentive for you to carry on, just because that person did not verbally say it. I have seen both men and women get mad when a person rejects intimate touching and say some offensive things like:
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
Proud to be Bisexual and Proud to be married to a Heterosexual Man.
I didn't come out as bisexual for a really long time. In fact, my own mother has never met any of the girlfriends I had before I married, though she has met many of my past boyfriends (many of who she didn't like!). I didn't even know what bisexuality was when I was young, I just knew that I had an attraction to both men and women that went beyond sex. It was deeply emotional, psychological, sexual and extremely strong. I couldn't describe it or put a name on it. I just knew that I was more than capable of loving both.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Pride
You Need to Look After Yourself as a Carer.
Self-care is something that I became practically good at after I did therapy for my mental health problems a few years back. However, I became a registered carer last year. I am now writer, cleaner, gardener, wife and carer and I am doing most of this at home, by myself. Most carers who work in the paid profession of caring seem to think it should be easier for me because I am caring and working at home. Let me tell you straight, it is not. I do not get to have holidays or breaks from caring. I am a carer seven days a week, both day and night, I do not get a day off.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Longevity
A True Story: What It is like To be Homeless.
I have told many stories of my past. Many of which are deeply painful. This story is about my experience of struggling to survive as a young homeless person. Many people today have at least some support with homelessness, but I survived my ordeal alone. Before you read further, this is no light-hearted story. It is revealing and honest without anything hidden, but it must be told.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
I hate Bonfire Night for a Reason
When my friends talk about November the 5th, they mention fire-work displays, wonder how big the bonfire will be, sparklers and Toffee Apples. They are usually excited planning their night out. However, they don't understand why I don't react in the same way, so for the first time since I was a young child, I am opening up about it.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
Walk to maintain your Mental and Physical Health.
I had to make the switch from running to walking when I was in my teens because I discovered that I had an in-turning ankle which made walking painful. This means that the bone of my ankle supporting my foot is not straight, it turns in which means that the bone-structure is weak, and does not have the strength to support my foot. This can cause excruciating pain to both my foot and ankle when running, and I had to find an alternative way to maintain my cardio and fitness levels, so I chose walking.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
Writing a Book: A Whole new Journey
Many years ago, if someone had told me that one day I'd be writing a book, I would have laughed at them and told them that my writing wasn't good enough. I have been writing all my life; stories, journals, poems, and many other things that often got put on paper, and then disappeared into thin air because they never made it into publication because I was too damn embarrassed to send them. Hell! even a teacher at school told me that I had the potential to write a book, after viewing the 12- page short fiction (which was only supposed to be 2 pages long!) I wrote for an English lesson. Yes sir! I was only 13, but I still have not forgiven you for making me prove I didn't copy that out of a book. Yes, he really did that after all my hard labor of putting that story together! Nonetheless I still thoroughly enjoyed writing that story, which encouraged me to write many more, of which went untold to the public, but always got read out in class at school.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Journal
Having a topsy-turvy Day? Well, it is normal (for some anyway!)
telling each other to stop complaininEveryone complains. I mean hell, some of us (including me and my husband can't get out of this one!) can spend an entire day doing just that. The funny thing is when we are complaining ourselves we barely notice. We are ignorant to our own voice, and we go on about our day oblivious to how our complaint affects others, who, if I may say, also have this uncanny way of noticing us complain about the most minor of events. There is one problem with this though, people will complain you're complaining, but will deny it when you tell them you heard them complaining!
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Humans
The Other Woman
I'm staring out of the window of a moving train, my eyes taking in the lush view of velvet green fields blanketed in a beautiful vibrant rainbow of different flowers and animals feeding on green pastures. I am bored out of my skull! My husband is sat beside me with his head in a book, he has been reading this book for almost an hour and a half of our journey. We are heading to Scarborough, North Yorkshire, from Bournemouth in Dorset. The journey is going to take at least seven hours, and the silence is doing my head in. After many long hours of traveling in total silence, the train stops at a station to pick up other travelers, and that was when I saw her.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Filthy
Dear Mum
I have had a bumpy ride in my life, and a hell of a lot more trauma than I deserved. My mum often feels guilty for not being able to protect me from what I have been through, but what she taught me afterward is more important, and I have decided to show her what I learned from her after many long years of trauma.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Families
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