Scattered.

We have been having intermittant hip pain followed by dislocations for months now. On Thursday, there was a rather odd position in which we found the body, whilst trying to maneuver inside a scissorlift. It caused yet another dislocation, and as we often do, I suggested we try to walk it off. Failing that after several hours, we asked Tannah to slide it back into place, though he was unable to do so properly. Yesterday, we went to seek medical assitance, and the doctor claimed it sounded very much like a fracture. We explained that we had endured hip trauma before, and she sent us to radiology, and gave us a referral to an orthopaedic specialist. It was mentioned that if it were a fracture or series of fractures that had never quite healed, we may be losing bone mass in the area. She also gave us a three-week sample of Zoloft; I hesitate in injesting medications again, but what with my recent thoughts, I believe it may be for the best. I insist on monitoring the side effects, however, and that the fiance do the same.

And now, this:

It has come to my attention that not only has the sister read through this site, but the mother has, as well. I feel a sense of guilt in that; I never intended for either parent to find this, and even if they had, I never expected one to read it. I was told that the mother read through it in one night, and it is quite a lot to take in at once. Had I known, I would have edited some entries, at least.

She said, however, that she wants nothing censored, as she will feel "shut-out"...I understand the sentiment, however I feel I cannot be held responsible for any abreaction that may occur. As we are dealing now more readily with the incidents in Texas, I refuse to allow myself to become conscience-stricken for writing events as they occured. If that is something that can be taken in stride (as well as one is able to do so), then so be it. This is a warning, nothing more; not given in anger but in the name of fair play. Consider this a favor, of sorts, as I will not spoiler for content.

Other than that, the mother did seem rather accepting, though she did mention a sense of sadness at the sudden knowledge. I was surprised, actually, as she asked quite a few questions; not only about aspects of the abuse and of our existence, but also seemed interested in keeping us comfortable, as it were. She wondered if it were appropriate to offer Molly a gift once in awhile, and also made it clear that, should I ever need a hug, I am welcome to it. A sweet gesture, I must admit.