Trauma healing

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • Escaping

    I never did stop escaping. A sensitive little girl, a face and a voice unkind: I escaped. I never did stop escaping. * I am safe and loved in this place in the sky. I am safe. And I am… Continue reading

  • Burn

    You will not singe me, more. You will not burn me, never another day. And I know this is me: a child who clings to life within the depths of an ancient fire. And I know this is me: still… Continue reading

  • The Memory (trigger warning: some mildly graphic content)

    The memory was of a young girl me, walking home from school with my Mum. We’d taken a detour to the supermarket. The familiar supermarket— that was very much like my second home—felt odd. There was a heaviness in the… Continue reading