She had never shown up prior to those two marquis events which created her marshmallow-y, softly toned self. In fact, I never knew she was there until I transcribed the words for the November 5, 2010 journal entry to be added for a book:
November 5, 2010
Mom had told me that she thought I should start watching Private Practice. That it was my kind of show.
And it was. The last episode really hit a spot in me. It was about one of the female doctors getting attacked and raped while alone. In her office. It was strange how much it affected me. There was a scene where the image was tight on her and the terror in her eyes as it is happening and my whole belly, down to my thighs, felt stress.
After it was over, it flashed in my mind that this had happened to me. Twice. Twice I made it okay because I needed to keep going with my life. But as I cry now while writing about it, I need to admit it was not…
