My tears are thick My body, irritated. Muscles, they ache. My chest is heaviness. Down to under my ribs, it heaves. Throbs. Screams. But silently. My stomach knots. Tight, like my fists. My thighs. My calves. All recoiled. Solid.
fuck face was dead. id halved him to put in a box to put outside. noone cared. Then he woke up. But different. . Cut to my Nan and grandad’s old place. . Aunty N .. came gave me a letter and a hug. @ Front porch of Nan’s old place. . A Big hug. . Another person, unnamed, came to some where .. where I was at, motel or place we were all watching kapa haka. Moko was little. But acting grown. . Person came in and said ok I’m here to discuss .. something .. sounded like it was going to be friendly .. and then they said .. . Something like, youre mental health or you’re mental state is shit because you won’t agree with me. . As they started in though, fuck face came in, there were others, my daughter’s and grand kids .. I got angry. I let this person talk for ages. Rave on. . Everyone was looking at me walking around, pacing and this person was getting high off their own speech. But they sounded absurd. . Then I let rip. Finally. . Said ‘tell me why’, in a big big voice, ‘why I went off the rails as u say .. got rebellious .. naughty’ .. I was yelling .. ‘What age did that happen, do you remember. Do you fucken remember when that fuck first hurt me. No. Have a guess. Nice and loud. Was it, 7, no, mokos age, no, lower .. lower .. 3 – 4 .. And what did you do What did you do.’ . Noone moved. They just watched. They weren’t uncomfortable. I was getting louder though. Not crying. Bit visbly angry. ‘What did you do when I came and told you. What did you say Did you stop going there. Did you tell him off. Did they fuck face? No. On and on. And you have the the fucken cheek to be here telling me I’m mentally incompetent.
Fuck you.” . & That was the end of my dream. When I woke up my throat felt different.
Me. Healing my body. Healing my story. Narrating my own healing. . Whatever comes & whoever it comes for, after all that talking, & all the work ; is gravy. . . Cos First contact & awareness with my uterus, was forceful invasion.
She has carried that ever since. Guarding. Protecting. Cleansing. Growing.
She won’t ever not.
Even as she prepares to close her biological functions She can prepare to let go of the maemae she has held until she could enact her memories.
it mental health awareness month . . & i wonder .. does that shit apply to injury. see .. the sexual assault of a child & the ongoing torture and torment of that child, right up into adulthood, is a crime .. right? like an actual legit crime. right? covered by acc & all, the effects of that crime are considered injuries. however those injuries have to be diagnosed as mental illness / injury to be legitly covered. so i wanna know how telling the victim of multiple crimes, that they are infact the one with the mental illness. how the fuck that help .. any body. Any time. At all.