05 December 2018

if you only believe

I was taught
if you only believe
when it costs you
nothing
you don't
really believe.

28 November 2018

Shuubun in September


This.  There is a word for this
direction we are sliding toward
this melancholy rage against
the dying weakening waning
of the light this moment when
darkness and light are in balance,
and then the darkness takes over
for a time and we slide into slumber
praying to wake again at some next
balance point when darkness is at
its height and then it turns again
and we see at last what light breaks

21 November 2018

what I want to do for my birthday

she asks what do you want
to do for your birthday, and I don't answer
for days because I am composing lists
in my head of all the impossible things
I want to do on my birthday

bask in a hammock in the warm sun of early summer
not drive anywhere
take a bath

read a book,
a whole book,
and not be in too much pain
during and afterwards

make delicious food without pain
eat foods I like that make me sick
and not get sick

enjoy time with my friends without stress and pain
talk to my sister without mental illness getting in the way

write without pain
walk without pain
rest without pain
laugh without pain

sleep deeply and well without pain
wake up refreshed and alert without pain
live one day without pain

she asks what do you want
to do for your birthday, and I think about how much
I want to finish something, anything, today

but then I think maybe that's not the most important thing
to do today, maybe instead I should
start something new with or without pain
as a new year of my life begins, and that is something
I can and will do on my birthday

16 October 2018

I would believe him


I would believe him
if he says
'I don't remember'
because who
remembers
every
      curiosity satisfied
      strength exerted
      small pleasure taken
      destructive act towards another
our brains 
do not 
work that way
I surely do not
remember, but
I hope 
      that I am wise enough to know
            that what I do or do not
                  remember does not change
                  what did or did not happen
                  to anyone else
      that when someone says
'you hurt me when you did this'
      that I will be humble enough and strong enough to remember and say
'I am sorry I did that to you.'
Can you forgive me? What
can I do 
for you 
to atone?'
      that I will not lash out
      that in the hot moment of shame
            when accused of wrongdoing
            I will not lie
            by saying it didn't happen
            simply because 
            I don't remember
as if I believed 
that what I remember
could possibly 
change reality
I don't believe that someone
who does not know this truth
of how the mind works,
      that what we remember is not reality,
should be given
power over others
to abuse

09 October 2018

What it costs to believe



My mother said
she
believes
me.
It costs
her nothing
now to say
she would have
given up the church
that helped keep
her alive
if I had told
and the church
had not
believed me
then.  When she said that,
I believed
my mother. 

I
believed
my mother
until we talked, and I
discovered that
my mother
does not believe
a woman coming
forward now with
nothing to gain and
everything to lose,
a grown woman
telling now,
when it costs
this woman
something
(maybe everything). 

Believing this woman
would cost
my mother something
that she is not willing
to pay, and I wonder
if my mother really
would
believe
me
if it cost
her something,
and I find
I don't know
if I believe
she would.




This is a well-written, short prose piece from Rachael Denhollander on the same topic.  I highly recommend it.

08 October 2018

29 September 2018

Before you ask

Were you wearing suggestive clothing?
     My 6th grade school uniform
  • plaid skirt below the knee
  • knee socks
  • shoes
  • Oxford button-up shirt probably buttoned all the way up
Had you been drinking?
     Hadn't ever had any alcohol
          that stuff smells disgusting
Were you wearing lots of makeup?
     No makeup, no interest in makeup
          gets all over everything when you sweat
               during recess
Were you flirting?
     Am asexual
          had never flirted or shown any kind
               of sexual interest
                    in anyone
Were you in the wrong place?
     In the hallway
          outside the 6th grade classroom
               after school in broad daylight
                    waiting safely inside for my late ride home to arrive
                         looking through the glass doors
                              with a view of the playground


none of this should really matter
because the only reason 
sexual assaults happen 
is because people 
sexually assault
other people

Dear family member

Dear family member,

I know that, to you, this situation is wholly political, that in your mind, there is no way this person could be telling the truth.  I know that’s where it starts and stops for you.  I know that you cannot imagine that any of the controversy is NOT political, that any of the anger and sadness is genuine, real, and not motivated by anything related to party lines.  I know that your party would rather have you believe in a conspiracy that seems rather incredible than believe that someone would see it as their duty to tell the truth about someone who is being considered for a position with one of the highest levels of power in our country.  I know that your party has convinced you that no one, after years of silence, could possibly choose out of a sense of duty as a citizen to speak up about their pain, knowing that

  • they would face harassment, doubt, and  judgment outside a court of law
  • their life would be at risk
  • they would never be safe again wherever they went
  • they were giving up the normal-seeming life they had pulled together over the years
unless it was part of conspiracy formulated by the other party.  (I fail to see that she has anything to gain here except more pain made extremely public, but you seem unable to even consider this.)  I also know that you are not trying to hurt people, that you are merely trying to clearly state your opinion on a very fraught topic.

I suspect that there may be a sudden silence about this issue among the female friends who have agreed politically with you on everything in the last few years; I suspect you don’t know what that means.  You seem so blinded by party politics that you don’t see the situation with anything approaching openness or compassion, that you don’t understand how personal it is for people who have been through the same thing.  (I’m pretty sure you have not been through the same thing because I would find it hard to believe that anyone who had would be able to be this blind just because of political affiliation.  I’m sorry if I’m wrong about that and am assuming too much.)

I know that it’s likely you are unaware of the psychology of sexual assault victims / survivors*.  I suspect you have never sought to educate yourself about it. I even suspect that no one has ever personally confided in you their story of their own sexual assault.  My reason for believing this is that you can still react in a way that asks the question: "Why speak out now?  Why not when it happened?"


(CONSIDER SKIPPING THIS GRAPHIC IF YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED SEXUAL ASSAULT)


You posted this on Facebook today, without awareness or irony, and, as far as I can tell, without any shred of understanding or empathy.  It is an answer to the question, "Why don’t victims speak out?"

Family member that I thankfully only see once a year, YOU are part of the problem, part of the reason why victims don’t speak out.  This kind of blind, politically-driven opinion is a slightly different (and much more repugnant) flavor of the same old story that leads to only a fraction of assaults being reported.  When you say what you said above, what people who have survived or will survive sexual assault hear is, "It's safer not to tell the truth.  Even when it matters.  Especially when it matters."

I can now add your view as expressed in this Facebook post to my list as a perfect example of why I would never disbelieve someone’s assault story simply because they didn’t file a police report at the time.

Here’s another list, for you, of some of the reasons why I didn’t report it when I was sexually assaulted

  • I was in 6th grade.
  • We grew up together in a smallish town and attended the same church and church school, a place where we were never taught anything about sex or consent or anything even vaguely related to the two, and my dad and his dad were friends and my sister and his sister were friends.
  • I was mortified and disgusted and had no idea how to deal with the overwhelming feelings and confusion. 
  • I knew it would cause trouble, and my mom was (I was pretty sure, though no one would TALK to me about it) dying at the time.The principal hated me and had shown clearly that the consequence of me reporting observing anything having to do with inappropriate sexual stuff was for her to scream at me in her office for what seemed like hours, accusing me of being a liar, troublemaker, and all-around evil human being who was just successful at hiding behind a good girl mask. 
  • My father had expressed that old-school sentiment of, "What did she expect when she _______? (She had it coming)" when we heard about some poor girl being assaulted after drinking or being alone on the sidewalk at night or wearing makeup and a short skirt.
  • I knew it would cause trouble, and my mom was (I was pretty sure from objective physical evidence, though no one would TALK to me about it because I was only in 6th grade) dying at the time.
  • I didn’t even know I had other options.  (See: "I was in 6th grade")
I know it’s not exactly fair to put you on that list of why I didn’t report as a 6th grader because I didn’t know then that you held such a poisonous view, and I know that this present, particular instance is surrounded by a political cloud due to the nature of the situation and the players and seems somewhat exceptional (or was until 2 other people stepped forward to also volunteer to have their normal lives destroyed), but that’s honestly chaff to me at this point. 

For whatever reason, you don’t want to look or listen, you don’t want to see or hear this person’s claims, and you say you want to see their life further destroyed simply because it is politically inconvenient for you that they are talking here and now, that they are saying that someone your political party chose sexually assaulted them.  When you post things like this on Facebook, when you express these sentiments in real life in person, you are encouraging others, especially the young women in your life, not to tell you or report to anyone, and you are hurting people who didn’t report at the time.  People like me.  Your relative.  It may seem simply political to you, but to me it’s personal.  And because you are related to me and likely by blood or friendship to others who have also been or will someday be sexually assaulted, it really is personal to you, too.  Please keep that in mind.






*Today, right before I saw your post, I learned that "being triggered" doesn’t just mean being offended by a difference of opinion from this one.  It’s a physiological reaction, not a difference of opinion.  It’s surprisingly related to a lot of the current research on chronic pain that I’ve been looking through.

14 August 2018

Another sci-fi moon

Another sci-fi moon
even more spectacular
than last night: a tall
hazy sliver burning red
with forest fire smoke

28 July 2018

Things not to do when you're sick

Things not to do when you're sick
  • Go to the funeral
  • Lick the thank you notes closed
  • Go to the birthday party
  • Go to the lecture

27 June 2018

Tired moon

so tired I can't quite focus
on the moon shining brightly
as it tags out the last light
of sunset and sends the sun
down to a well-deserved rest

04 March 2018

February weary

destroyed car
new windshield already chipped
February weary of winter in Minnesota
$2300 medical bill that insurance said they'd pay
right arm that keeps going numb
broken computer

I am feeling done with optimism
for the new year already
but oh
the snow today
was so very beautiful

10 February 2018

maybe

not that we see
but that we look
not that we find
but that we seek
or at least don't stop
(for long) 
being open

03 February 2018

resisting

resisting the impulse to do something
just to be done with something, anything,
not even considering whether it is the right
thing to do or do not, unable to see
the choice to try to be,      just be

27 January 2018

Slightly Worried, Confused, Relieved, Proud


the sun shines brightly in the sky
above the mess of snow it has made
like a dog after vomiting on the carpet