Jenny’ s regression
Each month, I take a reader back for an in-depth look at what’s troubling them…
O nce any relationship gets close to having sex, I start to panic. I’m not gay, and am very attracted to men until they get to the undressing part! Katrina, 28, Dorchester, Dorset
Faceless in the dark
Men don’t see my face. They don’t care what I look like, as long as they get what they want. A man is with me in the alleyway. I’m bare up to my waist. I can feel bricks against my back as he pushes into me. It’s over very quickly, and I’m left clutching coppers, feeling like nothing.
Used and abused
The older I get, the harder I have to try to earn anything. My father takes all I’ve earned and spends it on beer and women. He might as well just rape me. He pretends disgust at the very idea, but he doesn’t mind selling his daughter to strangers, and then paying to have sex with other men’s daughters.
Dark thoughts
My father is dead. Caught something rotten from one of his prostitutes. The streets of Manchester are better off without him.
Lonely death
It’s 1888 – the year of my death, little Sally Pounding, who no-one will miss. I’m dying
with no-one to love me. I’m crying.
Jenny says: The nasty feel of sex as being dirty and unwelcome has come through to this life. Katrina wants a partner, but for the reasons of marrying and having a family, not for sex. It will take some cord-cutting for her to get over this.
Katrina says: After a few sessions of cord-cutting, I started to have more confidence and believe a man could love me for who I am, not just for sex. I do feel there is hope as I’m gradually disentangling myself from Sally.