CW: I’m discussing my abusive mother and methods I used to survive childhood.
A little something I wrote this week about survival and abuse. I’m a firm believer that we have to discuss domestic violence, especially child abuse, if we ever hope to combat it. We can’t ignore it or silence the abused.
Victims are often told to keep quiet. That they’re out of line for speaking up. Anyone who says such is a protector of abusers. I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit.
**Trigger warning:** I’m discussing my abusive mother and methods I used to survive childhood.
# Yesterday
For many folks, Yesterday is thought of fondly. Yesterday is when they were young, innocent, naive. Life was full of joy. Life was carefree. For these folks, the longing for Yesterday is real. They yearn with a nostalgia that wishes it was a Delorean that could drive them back there. So they could be carefree once more. To forgo worries about life’s hassles and bustles. To feel free and safe once more. To forget that jumping out of swing sets when they’re 20 feet high and facing a busy street is kinda fucking dangerous actually.
But to some, like me, childhood is a mixed bag of nostalgia and trauma. Dark blots on colorful splotches. Many folks don’t want to hear about how when I was a kid, I had to figure out the best method of survival from an abusive mom which involved learning to only engage with her if I absolutely had to. A normal mom, a caring mom, would have asked their teenage child if they were ok after years of mostly silence, but not mine. Which was fine with me, because that was the point. From about twelve or so, I had learned a valuable lesson, an unstable mom cannot be trusted even when she’s in a good mood. That mood could turn on a dime, triggered by whatever the hell ails her. So you just learn to not engage and you enter survival mode. Looking toward 18 years of life as not a right of passage but as birth.
**Life begins in earnest for the abused when they cut loose from the abuser.**
Yesterday can kiss my ass.
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**Author’s note:** *This was the result of a prompt at my local writer’s group on Monday. The prompt was to write about yesterday.*
**See also this post by D. L. Mayfield on Threads:**
https://www.threads.com/share/BAUj_4RiIn/