Showing posts with label victim blaming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label victim blaming. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Like Last Time

 


Content warning for discussion of sexual assault follows this bonus picture of Ornery Owl. Don't say I never gave you nothing.

Free use image on Open Clipart Vectors

I like to tell my stories.
Sometimes those stories are fascinating fantasies.
Sometimes they're reality and reality bites.

I know most people don't like to read stories like this.
So I've given you your chance to turn back.
Now I'm going to let it bleed.


Free use image by Pavlofox on Pixabay
I'm not the only one.


One in five women in the United States experience completed or attempted rape during their lifetime.


After I was assaulted
By my ex-boyfriend 
My father said I'd get over it like last time.

In 1983 he told me
I should have known better than to go with that guy
After I was assaulted.

When I came home in the wee hours of November 1st, 1997
I wasn't planning on being raped
By my ex-boyfriend.

Having panic attacks every twenty minutes
From the time I woke until I fell asleep
My father said I'd get over it like last time.

notes


Start your poem with “My mother says/said” or “My father says/said”.

For this poem, you may want to try a Cascade.


Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Why yes, the post is backdated. I'm getting closer to catching up.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Thursday, July 11, 2019

Carpe Diem Summer Challenge 2019: Sundown

Doomed version 7
Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

Some sundowns rise on another day of loss and one day set forever on a self ravaged by a broken mind.

~Cie~


Note:
Sundowning is a term for confusion in a dementia patient which worsens as evening comes on. Towards the end of his life, my father, who had vascular dementia, was sundowning. He confused reality with events on television. 
My father was a college professor. I have cared for more than one college professor or other people whose work revolved around using their mind who ended up with dementia. The junk science sharticles which proclaim that exercising your mind helps prevent dementia make me see liquid murder. 
You know what helps prevent dementia? Not having the DNA trigger for dementia coded in your genetic makeup. You could watch nothing but reruns of Jersey Shore and the Flavor of Love for your entire life and not end up with dementia if the trigger for dementia isn't in your DNA. I don't recommend it, but you could.
Dementia is horrible. It destroys lives. The least we could do is not insult those suffering from dementia and their caregivers and loved ones by publishing victim-blaming crap. 

Image created by The Real Cie

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I'm hoping one day to get this tattooed on my arm in honor of my father