Headphones with classical music playing tried to obscure the screeching, booming, teenager in a car bass speakers booming, throbbing, banging, car alarm at 4 am piercing sound.
Some power within directed me to erect a nuclear fallout shelter in my mind to do what victims of sexual abuse describe how they coped.
I went out of my body, hovered above, in my fallout shelter to hide from the sound. There is no safe place, there is no pill you can take. You just wait it out. Endure.
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