My natural instinct is to grab a sword, stand in front of you with my zena-the-warrior face on, and fight anyone who comes near, with my double-dawg-dare-you stance firmly in play. I'm stupified right now. And I don't even know if there are enough hugs in the world to give you, but here's one more.
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Many threads connecting us all here. What brings us to the stage of taking up doing what we do, is an inability to look the other way, or accept 'that which we cannot change'.
Whether it's wanted, accepted, or otherwise, ready or not- here it comes.
It was stupefying to see how much a manic, out of control adult can get away with, how far those around them went to excuse or ignore it.
It was astounding to watch this ebb and flow unchecked with perfect reflection to what their surroundings will tolerate.
If instead of an outside agency, aid and alternatives were employed where they are needed most and brought all involved to the same table (no secrets), many ills might be easily managed- schools & programs shave off essential outlets and assistance where it matters most, though. What if.
I don't regret what I went through then, for what I became because of it.
That's a hard bargain however- there are a lot of pieces that are just not there in me because there was no time for that in my life back then, while I was still malleable.
Not normal; watch for those like us but too often in news headlines, seems like a genocide.
Touch is emotionally painful, my brother still winces and shrinks away from his friends- I'll never be able to hold the first baby I raised.
Our bodies don't register physical pain until it's well out of hand.
We're not broken because we don't crave connection like 'normal' people do; maybe there is a place for those who feel what isn't spoken, like an electrical current weaving & winding like a hungry serpent throughout society.
These days technology is silently tracking every method and manner of dysfunction, recording all into byte sized bits ready to be examined with analytical eyes & charted by methodical masters.
Perhaps these tools, immense and cumbersome in anyone else's hands, are perfectly placed in those who can't look away from the fire, unwilling to back down from what threatens to consume those most vulnerable.
They say 'the internet is forever', but the fleeting snapshots of digital data fade in realtime if left unchecked where they are created; humanity hasn't yet cleared the hurdle which would allow us to store such vast quantities without incredible expense and difficulty. We need to get better at developing means to access & preserve these.
