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Age Five

Today I installed the memory from age five that connects to my belief that I'm worthless, not worth keeping safe. An awful memory where I'm witness to terrible physical abuse.

A side effect of low income housing was seeing the casual abuse that happened all the time. It was the 1970s, no one was thinking about anger management. On top of that were the complicated interplay of poverty and interpersonal violence.

It was an unfair, sometimes brutal time. I learned how to be deeply observant, watching for energy shifts in the unstable adults around me.

Then, as now, I learned on my curiosity, creativity, and wonder to survive.

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