(content: it=child sexual abuse)
it is like grief:
never over, only changing
always with you…offering memories that bolster you or grind you to a tractor pull-esque halt
surprising you, sneaking up on you, going to bed with you
an opportunity to make you more yourself than you’ve ever been
last year (almost to the day…though i’m surprised that much time has passed), i confronted one of my abusers. he says he didn’t do it. says yes, he did it to others but not to me. says it all ended right before i was born. says he’s sorry it happened to me but it wasn’t him. he called my parents (before i shared any of this with them) to tell them that i accused him of it and he wanted to let them know he didn’t do it. says he hopes i can heal. he blocked communication with me and i retreated.
that silenced me in mind and voice for months while all along my body has rejected his words. coming to me in clenched jaw, mouth filled with salty saliva, dry heaving, frozen limbs, racing heart, effortless tear soaked cheeks. my body revolts and leads the way.
i don’t know what brings waves of strength and clarity, but they come as sure as the flashbacks. and then the words form. and after a lifetime of not telling comes a longing to tell. and then about a week later the words move to paper. and then a few days later they are set free, offered on the wind, landing where they may.
so here we are a week and a few days later…leaves falling around me, letting go in action.
there is a little girl who doesn’t mind the days getting shorter, there’s more time to rest
she doesn’t mind the robins retreating, she won’t think of him as often
she doesn’t mind the season’s end of ice cream cones, she won’t have to watch
she doesn’t mind the season’s end of popsicles, she won’t get sticky
she doesn’t mind the season’s end of big pickles, now she’ll cut them up to put on her chili
she doesn’t mind taking a break from carrots and ranch dip, she won’t have to see it spilled on the table
she doesn’t mind the pools being closed, she can keep her clothes on
she doesn’t mind the cold nights, it’s more comfortable under all those blankets
she doesn’t mind the leaves that give up, they are her playmates
she doesn’t mind the snow that will fall, it will keep track for her
she doesn’t mind layers of clothing, she can regulate herself
she doesn’t mind more time to watch reruns of detectives saving children, she likes to
imagine them as real life
she doesn’t mind being chilly, she can hug herself
she doesn’t mind the wind sending her back inside,
the cold drizzle nudging her to a cotton quilt,
the days filled with dim emptiness
it gives her time to grow up and stare at the fall candle flame
channel olivia benson staying fiercely curious about her past
and wait for spring
when the robins will inevitably come back
when she and the sun will be stronger
8 thoughts on “there is a girl”
Rarely is it grasped how much persistence is required to recover. Thank you for showing us. I love you.
Thank you! I love you!
One of the most healing pieces for me has been helping others who struggle to survive and watching their healing and success. Thanks for sharing.
So much love for that little girl and the strong woman she has become. By speaking your truth you are able to give voice to so many of our thoughts that have not yet found the wind. ♥️
Thank you for sharing your journey and your strength!
True strength comes from embracing the truth. I am in awe of the real you-she is deserving of every happiness and she is powerful through big things and little things and all of them are hers. Embrace this raw, messy, glorious life, sweet child. Speak your truth and shine bright.
I’m coming up on 2 years since I last experienced sexual violence. The fall is very difficult for me because of it but this, this is helping me reset my mind. Healing IS grieving. The hardest part is when your body remembers but your mind doesn’t. Does that ever happen to you? I know I experienced *it* but I have very few memories of the actual its only how I reacted and how my body remembers and has been trying to tell me for years about what happened. Things only really became obvious to me when I experienced more sexual violence as well as other forms of it in my earlier teens and started connecting the pieces when my patterns of coping were the same.
I love you my beautiful, strong and powerful niece ❤️