Chantal Christie
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
Stories (99)
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I Should Have Been Able to Trust My Doctor. Content Warning.
As my older sister asked him into the apartment, I watched him from the other end of the hall. He took a moment to carefully wipe his shiny, black shoes over the tired, straw-coloured Welcome mat. He then took a step further into the narrow, dark hallway and headed cautiously towards where I was standing, never once taking his eyes off of me.
By Chantal Christieabout an hour ago in Confessions
Revisiting The Shame of My Sexual Assault . Content Warning.
I was seventeen when my sister’s boyfriend, fourteen years my senior, pushed me back and had sex with me. My sister, who also became his fiancée around that time, had been staying overnight in the hospital with an ectopic pregnancy. Her first or second, as I recall.
By Chantal Christieabout 19 hours ago in Humans
I Wanted to End My Life after Being Publicly Shamed. Content Warning.
“Sometimes we tolerate unacceptable behaviour from others because we don’t know we deserve better.” — Kia Stephens ^ Sitting in the front passenger seat of a packed crew van, on route to a ‘quick turnaround’ aircraft clean, the forty-something male colleague, sitting next to me — out of nowhere and loud enough for the other male crew members sitting behind us to hear — unashamedly ridiculed me, in detail, about my genitalia.
By Chantal Christie2 days ago in Humans
Healing the Wounds of Childhood. Top Story - August 2025.
A heavy ache used to wash through my heart whenever I reflected on my parents. Although there had been colourful splashes of happier times, growing up under their jagged care had left a broken, sad foundation to my core.
By Chantal Christie11 days ago in Psyche
Grieving for a Father Who Rejected Me Even in His Death
I find I can feel rejection in so many different scenarios — with friends or family members. I don’t mean to; it’s just an underlying sheet of my core. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sit there and stew in it and sit cross-legged like a child. I take the time to talk myself through it and reknit the scene. I know where it’s born from. It always comes from my dad.
By Chantal Christie14 days ago in Psyche
Drugged,Assaulted, and Filmed by My Predator “Friends”. Content Warning.
“You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage.” — Alex Elle
By Chantal Christie15 days ago in Psyche
My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps. Top Story - December 2025.
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie18 days ago in Humans
My Unexpected Arrest Fucked With My Shame for Years. Top Story - May 2025.
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were on our way to a lunch and cinema date with a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins.
By Chantal Christie22 days ago in Humans
