Hindered by my family, I’ve struggled to carry on in the truth. Walking in a way that is abhorrent to the people I came through has proved extremely difficult. I’ve stalled out many times but I have never given up.
Those that were to love and protect me did nothing of the sort. When I tried to swim, they metaphorically held my head under water. When I tried to create my own person outside of their tragic world, they ridiculed me. They have put files together in opposition of who I am.
Why? Am I that important? Maybe!
I certainly bring a dampness to their ring of fire. I don’t believe that sexually abusing children is ever right. That’s true. I don’t believe that you control others by mocking their appearance and sending rejection their way any chance you get. That’s true!
I believe I have the right to share my story. That’s true!
I will learn to scream so the record I leave behind, cheering from the grandstand, can encourage others to preserve!