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Awareness Wednesday
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31 Mayıs 2011 Salı
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Awareness Wednesday is hosted by Diamond Potential, a marvellous blog I found last weekend at my weekend blog hop! I immediately wanted to link up to this fabulous linky as there are a few causes which demand attention, that are also dear to my heart.
The cause I'm supporting this week is
Adult Survivors of Child Abuse.
The thing is, it's not a rare phenomena. It's not always committed by dad's and siblings, nor strangers in macs. It's everywhere - neighbours, friends, baby sitters, teachers, priests, social workers, doctors and nurses: Everywhere!! Most of the 'survivors' live half-lives, dissociated from the part of them which is young and scared, and impossible to heal and integrate. As I do.... Even now.
A poem called...
Even Now
Even Now
Even now you are there... in my bile, in my spit, in my sweat. I smell you, your reeking flesh............
...........................when my darling husband looks to me for a loving caress... when he blesses me with his sweet kiss, when he turns to make love to his polluted wife.....I feel you.... deep down within, even now?
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What follows is a Flash Fiction story which some may find disturbing.
Little Jimmy.
Look at little Jimmy; so pale and small. The perfect picture. I’d barely feel him bouncing on my knee. I can imagine his bright green eyes looking up at me, vulnerable and willing.
Such innocence summons me, mocks me.
And yet their usefulness is like ripened fruit; tragically brief. And once taken, they can become so... clingy. I had nothing left for Peter at seventeen. I hear he’s now fabulously popular in Covent Garden, no less. He was always compliant, always very... good.
Such innocence summons me, mocks me.
And yet their usefulness is like ripened fruit; tragically brief. And once taken, they can become so... clingy. I had nothing left for Peter at seventeen. I hear he’s now fabulously popular in Covent Garden, no less. He was always compliant, always very... good.
I'm sure that little Jimmy will bring joy and pleasure, even when uncertainty attempts to interfere. They do so miss their lives to begin with. It's a terrible shame. It is what it is.
By then, of course, he may have to experience a little fear in order to... secure him. Though I'd rather not. That's not to my taste; their willingness to please adds layers to the joy, you see.
But a good little boy will do as he's told... Or else. I learned that the hard way.
But a good little boy will do as he's told... Or else. I learned that the hard way.
No, if he’s compliant we could remain friends for a long time and there will be little, if any need, for theatrics.
We’ve been friends a while now and I think it’s time we met. He is ready for me, finally. Ripe for the plucking, some might say. We'll get along superbly, I just no it.
XBOXBoy13:
“So will U cum bak 4t SAT?”
Jimmy12:
“Yeah - if we can play your new XBOX game?”
XBOXBoy13:
“Gr8. My Dad pik U up@ the prk@2. Can’t w8. ;-) . ”
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Please link up below - share your cause!
The following Wednesday 16th Feb, I will be making you aware of mental illness and the stigma against sufferers like myself. Please leave comments below. Join in the debate - knowledge is power!
