Our Story
1. INCITING INCIDENT, 1976
This will be difficult for you to read. Almost as difficult as it is for me to tell. I was five years old, and my best friend, Roman, and I were playing Batman and Robin in my backyard. It was a sunny day in Salt Lake City in 1976. Thanksgiving weekend. I wore […]
2. Love, Drugs and Secondary Trauma
by Linda Balaban
I have a million things I want to say, so many that when I put my fingers on the keyboard, it all falls away, and I can’t think what would be the best thing to share. Plus, I’m not a writer like Aaron is. So, I guess […]
3. I’m Leaving. You. Forever.
The following post is about PTSD triggers. The idea was to revisit a trigger from the past and then try to articulate what the experience of being triggered feels like. The first few drafts failed to do this because I was trying to create more, and not less, distance from the experience. So I did […]
4. Dinner at Hugo’s
We’re in the middle of a PTSD bubble. I’m driving, and Aaron is in the passenger seat. We’re approaching Ventura Boulevard from the Hollywood Hills, and we’re on the way to Hugo’s restaurant to meet two of my dear friends. In a week’s time, I will be going to NYC for the Curb Your Enthusiasm […]
5. Interlude
Aaron is ready to publish his next entry. I read a previous version of it last week, and it was a difficult read. As I think about all we have shared thus far, it almost feels like too much. It feels extremely intimate, and to have it out there publicly feels really weird. I don’t […]
6. Finding Cory
I’m staring at the garage where I was raped forty years ago. It’s 2019, and I’m 46-years-old. Not a day has gone by since when I haven’t thought about what went on behind the garage door. Turns out, seventeen-year-old Cory […]