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Sunday, April 10, 2011

I know of a girl who used to hide in cupboards
When her da was on the rampage.


And whose brother often tried to rape her
Though she never told.


(Much as she hated him she still loved him enough
Not to cause any more broken bones on her account.)


I know of a girl whom, when taken into care
Needed to make coffee in the wee small hours
And wasn't allowed.


But rocking, under the bed, she spooned the invisible granuales anyway.


A ritual needed to sober up the monster in her nightmare
And to calm the panic of this stark room unknown.


I know of this girl not me.

37 comments:

li said...

Scary. And moving.

Ami said...

Haunting.
I have met that girl's sister.
In many children.

Breaks your heart.

secret agent woman said...

Many of these girls end up in my therapy office.

Wow, that was awkward said...

Geeeeez, and I wrote about a butt crack today. I hope that girl is doing well.

Ms. A said...

I know several girls like that girl, grown women now. Scarred for life. Sad.

Barry said...

I know many girls and women (far too many), friends of mine, who have confided these experiences in conversation. All seem to have found a way to move on, to varying degrees.

I haven't endured this to any appreciable extent but I don't believe it's something most truly get over. So many women aren't the same after an abusive situation. They deal but they don't forget.

I will say though that I'm continually amazed at the strength of the human spirit, the girls I know refuse to let traumatic experiences such as this define them. Their courage is truly inspiring.

lines n shades said...

"..rocking, under the bed, she spooned the invisible granuales anyway. " - very expressive !

Grandma's scrapbook said...

Good morning! How are you? Topics dealt with in the post, very inspirational, some new Meditations on terms that are mentioned. Thank you for this very interesting post post, for you, this Sunday morning, I want lots of flowers, peace and personal satisfaction

mrsnesbitt said...

Phew! Powerful stuff hun. xxx

Hilary said...

That's chilling.. I hope this girl has conquered her monsters.

mythopolis said...

This gave me goose bumps. Is the monster, in fact, her alcoholic father?

YELLOWDOG GRANNY said...

there are many of those girls.

Marty said...

I always hate when these things happen in the world, and I am grateful that they did not happen to you.

Shrinky said...

Hi Li, scary? Yeah, I guess it is.

Shrinky said...

Well Ami, I think you go a long ways to helping that girls sisters to heal (from what I know of you, it's what you do).

Shrinky said...

Then God help them, Secret Agent (wink)!

Shrinky said...

Hey That Was Awkward, don't knock the butt crack, it certainly brightened MY day.. (grin)

Shrinky said...

Ms A, it's not always so, the cycle can and is often broken, this I know to be true.

Shrinky said...

Sometimes Barry, what doesn't kill you truly DOES make you stronger. Noone is responsible to what happens to them as a child, but we all have the ability to choose how we deal with lifes experiences when we reach adulthood.

Shrinky said...

Yeah, Lines and Shades, it felt real to me too, writng it.

Shrinky said...

Hi Grandma's Scrapbook, you are always so polite when you visit here, yet I never quite feel you ever read one single word I write..!

Shrinky said...

Hi Denise, ach, I've been having a spring-clean, this came up with the dust!

Shrinky said...

Yes Hilary, I have it on good authority, she has not only conquered her monsters but she has also (literally) buried them many, many years long past.

Shrinky said...

Bang on, Dan (give that guy a coconut)!

Shrinky said...

Too many, eh Jackie?

Shrinky said...

Hi Marty, I've missed you my friend, so glad to see you back.

simon said...

Abuse.. what can i say wiothout sounding cheap? probably nothing. We have a close family member who works with people such as this..the storiues I am told, makes me wonder how humans can do such things to each other... :o/

Rock Chef said...

Hm, I once lived next door to her...

Akelamalu said...

Poor girl. :(

Bathwater said...

Terrible subject, but inspired writing it thus.

Casdok said...

I lived next door to her too.

mythopolis said...

Give me a coconut, and I will follow you anywhere!

TechnoBabe said...

I happen to know this girl. Very well.

Shopgirl said...

So sad, beautifully written. Haunting.

Anonymous said...

Duty is what one expects from others.

Shrinky said...

Anon, my God,duty?? Tell me about it. I. I looked after him. The drunken evil sot received regular weekly cheques from me to keep him from sleeping on the streets. And when he was dying of lung cancer, no one else but me took him in. He was still a tyrant, and still he terrified me. but I was there. He spat in my face, and cursed me to hell, but still I was there.

He wanted me to end it for him, but I haD kids, one severely disabled, not that he cared. The man had not one ounce of love in his soul for anyone but himself

He died as he lived, always in control. I am so relieved to be realeased from him.

He was a bad, bad, violent man.

Jay at The Depp Effect said...

Very moving. I suspect Sid and I meet 'this girl' in the severe mental health unit on our therapy visits, too.

Such trauma can have very far-reaching effects, and if 'this girl' is not strong enough, or doesn't get the right support, she can go under. :(