Another abductee memoir

Tanya Kach has, with Lawrence Fisher, written a book about the time she was missing, called Memoirs of a Milk Carton Kid. It just came out a few days ago. Tanya’s story is a bit different from other abductees’ books: she initially ran away in the mid-nineties when she was 14. She went to go hide out at the home of her high school security guard, whom she’d been secretly dating. Conditions got worse, though, after the security guard refused to let her leave. She was basically held captive in his house against her will, whilst being sexually abused, for a decade before she escaped.

I’ve requested that the library buy a copy of the book. I still need to read Jaycee Dugard’s and Natascha Kampusch’s books. I wonder if Shawn Hornbeck will write one when he’s older?

Scarily, according to one article I found, the guy who did this to Tanya comes up for parole in five months.

Some articles:
Tanya Kach Discusses ‘Memoir Of A Milk Carton Kid’
Kach’s book tells of decade spent as McKeesport hostage
Captive sex slave for 10 years tells her story

(And on another note, I really should stop reading the comments on articles about crime and missing people. Sometimes the comments produce useful nuggets of information, but more often they just sadden/anger/disgust me. One commenter on a Tanya Kach article (not one of the articles linked above) said “She brought it on herself by going to his house.” Yes, by visiting a friend’s house you surrender your right to your freedom for the next ten years. Uh-huh. Similarly, there was one that was like, “Well, of course I feel sorry for her, but it was technically her fault.” Her fault? What about the sexual predator who took advantage of her and raped her and kept her a prisoner in his house throughout her entire adolescence? Does any fault lie with him? *headdesk*)

Unhappy birthday, Headache

A year ago today, I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache… and the rest, as we all know, is history.

Had I known that the pain would last for a year (seven or eight dexamethasone-fueled weeks of relief aside), I would have gone bonkers. But here I am, a year later, still in pain and managing, somehow. It seems like every time I decide I can’t take it anymore, it turns out I can. That’s become my second-favorite personal motto, right after “Why does this always happen to me?”

You may have won most of the battles up till now, Headache, but you will lose the war. I can prove to be a relentless enemy and I will pursue you until you are lying facedown in the dust.