Unraveling

A Letter

For Creativity Challenge Day 23: Freedom
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12/13/2016

Dearest Tiana,

Don’t know if you remember me, but I doubt I will ever forget you. You saved my life, gave me back the freedom to be me, when I felt totally alone in a swirling darkness, wanting only to curl myself into a trembling ball of fear and confusion. And I need to thank you for doing that.

That day, lost and alone in a howling wind of memories and feelings, I did something I have never done before. I dialed the number for the Sexual Assault Hotline, wondering about my own sanity in doing such a thing. I’m seventy years old and the sexual abuse is thirty years, and more, in the past. But, I’d been unknowingly triggered by the Billy Bush/Trump video and found myself unable to proceed in the manner that I had come to know as me.

I am a writer, putting a book of poetry together, finding myself completely incapable of creating a sentence that made even a minimum of sense. Writing has always been my preferred choice of therapy, and now suddenly, I could not even begin to think about doing it, without total confusion and insensibility over-riding any and all thought. To say I was desperate, doesn’t even come close.

I don’t really remember all that I babbled in your ear, but you were obviously listening intently. I think I told you some of my history: the uncle who molested me at age eight, the teen-age boy who stalked me only a few years later, the guy I babysat for, and the rape inside of my marriage. And between those bits and pieces, how writing was my means of getting through, making sense, and understanding my world. I’m fairly certain I told you much more than I intended to, because when I finely ran down, you calmly reminded me of who I really am.

What you said to me was a bit of a shock. I hadn’t realized how much I had told you in those moments while you listened. What you said, went something like this: “Elizabeth, you might not be able to write in this present moment, but you will write again. I don’t believe I know anyone who writes poetry and I’d like to read yours. I certainly don’t know anyone who has been involved in a Grammy Nomination because of a poem, she wrote. Nor, do I know anyone who taught others that same craft on a University level. Just keep breathing and you will write again. It is within you, what and who you are, and I know you will do it.”

And I calmed down, almost immediately. You gave me back the freedom that I so cherish. The freedom to speak my Truth, in my own fashion. The freedom to break the silence that others might force upon me, because they don’t want to hear that of which I speak.

Not only have I been able to write, but at the moment, am leading a Creativity Challenge online, for writers and artists, who together, are lifting their voices to soothe and heal the distress of this current election. And I can only thank you for releasing me from the paralysis of a past that is all too silently accepted by so many. But, far worse, by others who think that redefining reality by calling it locker room banter, is reason enough to elect a sexual predator to our highest seat of government.

Sincerely grateful,

Elizabeth

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2 Comments

  1. Elizabeth, this is so powerful and affirming to read. And it is an interesting perspective which somehow got brushed over after a brief media flurry – they are “normalizing” totally criminal behavior by sweeping it under the rug and proceeding with a completely unacceptable election. Thank you for addressing this aspect, as I doubt there is a girl or woman alive who has not experienced some manner of sexual offence. The woman on the other end of the phone said exactly the right thing. (I almost wrote ‘write thing’, LOL). Writing our way through these weeks is keeping us going. keeping us strong and standing when my spirit had been nearly defeated by the impossibly unjust nature of all that is being ALLOWED to take place – where the the ones who should be stopping this? I am holding out some hope that the Electoral College – or some agency – will.

    • After writing this here, I sent it off to Tianna with a special thank you image. It is a good day to be breathing, my friend. That bus video threw me into a place I hadn’t experienced in years. I was on Facebook and read an article about how the National Sexual Assault line had experienced a quadrupled number of calls in the days after the video and invited anyone who might have been triggered to call. That’s when I realized what was going on with me. I called and was automatically sent to the line here in my own city. It was the best thing I could have done. And she was wonderful. Patient, kind, and completely understanding. I really can’t thank her enough. I share your hope deeply and pray for the same. These are not in anyway “normal” times. And I will never see that man as My President.

      Elizabeth

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