Terrible Lessons
I am working out this week's therapy session. Feel free to skip this. The poem is here at the top!
A COVID19 Haiku today in honor of my trip to Trader Joe’s.
Tie top and bottom.
Open to cover the face.
Terrible lessons.
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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️
⚠️ Child Abuse ⚠️
Terrible Lessons I Learned by Age Four
No one is on my side. No one. No one is listening either.
Advocating for myself is dangerous. No one cares about my needs or my bodily autonomy.
I am only valuable when I'm soothing my Mother.
My anger, if seen, is dangerous. Clench your jaw and hide it even if it feels like your head will explode.
Many questions after just spoken aloud for dramatic effect. Don't answer. Clenching jaw helps.
Be invisible, be small. Be quiet when you can stand it.
Always go when your Mother calls you to her, no matter how terrifying she sounds, even if you know she will hurt you. If you make her get you it is only worse.
Don't resist. Open defiance energizes her. Meekness saps her strength.
Then she will let you go outside to play.
If you run fast enough away she can't hear you scream how much you hate her, hate them all.
Get back on time.
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