(V) Violence
Anger
Mel, I'm remembering.
They made me hold your feet down, when they were giving you those electric shocks.
I was staring into the distance, to a place far away, not looking at what was happening to you.
Did you think that I didn't care ?
No wonder you were angry at me !!
I wasn't looking, because I couldn't bear to see what they were doing to you.
It hurt me deeply.
I was tense and stressed.
I didn't know what to do to help you.
All I could think of, was to be gentle in how I touched your feet.
After all, I was only 6 years old (and you were 12).
(This occured in our "family meetings")
text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017
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