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I might take requests (maybe), here is my thread.
Eventually someone might ask about my story since I mention a accident.
*** The Story***
Me and Art
I didn't use to draw much porn before, I was specialized in drawing portraits. I mostly used acrylic paint. I didn't earn much but it was fun work and I was very promising for my age.
When I was 18 I met a guy who I really fell in love with. It turned out he was nice until we got married a year later, and then he changed. He wouldn't let me go outside for days and when he did I would have to constantly talk to him on the phone. He was very controlling but never violent. His father was diagnosed with cancer and passed away very suddenly. He picked up the bottle.
Now he became really scary and for the first time I started to fear for my life.
He would lock me inside my room at night to make sure I didn't go anywhere, he took away my phone and forbid me to talk to my family. I spent four months as a prisoner in our apartment. Then one day he pushed me into his car and started driving in full speed down the street. It wasn't until afterwards that I found out my father and older brother had come to the apartment and threatened to call the police if they didn't get to see me. He didn't let them so they left to get the police.
He had been drinking and everyone knows alcohol and driving doesn't go well together. So in a sharp turn the car went off the road and smashed right into a groove, the car tipped over and crashed into a tree. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt and flung right out of the front window and smashed into a nearby tree. I was told that if the car hadn't spun over before we hit the tree I would have been split on the middle from the force. But I didn't.
I remember I couldn't feel my own chest or arms, but I could still move my legs. I don't know how long I was laying there but my father and brother said it couldn't been too long because the Police was dispatched the minute they saw my boyfriend and me were missing. When they found me I was unconscious and I had somehow manage to crawl to the side of the road, but I don't remember anything of it.
I spent months in the hospital during a medically induced coma. My entire chest was crushed, not a single rib was whole and all the nerves in my upper body had been severed or damaged from the trauma. I shouldn't have survived, but I did.
My torso and arms have healed and beside being very stiff and having issues moving I can live a perfectly normal life. The issue is the severe nerve damage and I have a lot of pain. Thankfully the pain is not constant and as long as I don't stress too much I can avoid most of the pain. I am not very pretty anymore with my scars and my torso is pretty messed up and since I have an issue with moving I'm heavily overweight. But I'll manage, I have my family.
The Aftermatch of Art
My arms and hands doesn't react the same way they used to because of the nerve damage. I can't do traditional work anymore because of the stance and the size of the canvas. I paint sometimes but very rarely. After the accident it's like I've forgotten completley how to draw, I know how to do it in my head but my arms and hands dosn't react the way I want to. It's like I have to learn how to draw all over again.
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