Cats, Child Abuse, PTSD, Questions

Pink Pajamas

I remember going to bed with those pink pajamas on.  I remember waking up naked.  I don’t remember what happened in between.  Why is the lack of memory so much more distressing than an actual memory.

I don’t even remember where I was.  It could have been at home, or a grandparents or an uncles house.  I’m not even sure how old I was.  I get the impression from the fuzziness of the memory that it was around Christmas/New Year’s.

Oh yeah, to add to the fun, Gidgette is in heat again.

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