No Excuses

You can’t expect a vulnerable suicidal adolescent exposed to their own childhood trauma to have the capacity to process the vicarious trauma that’s transferred upon them from their peers, and when those peers are linked to a child by blood, it becomes an unnecessary complexity and a heavier burden as the desperation to save another takes precedence over their own capacity to function.
 
I see that struggle unfolding, and there needs to be a reset as you don’t have the luxury of time, and nor can you stand there and pretend everything is OK, when the trauma runs deep and the anxiety is gripping !?  
 
Once you realise the severity of the situation, and the influence that those peers are having upon another child, it’s pertinent to reframe the dialogue and implement a safer plan to mitigate the risk of further trauma unfolding.  
 
It makes no sense why you’d keep secrets, and abstain from pursuing justice when your own flesh and blood hurts your child in unforgivable circumstances.  
 
Love, is stronger than spite and the love a parent has for their child should be far greater than upholding your family name by hiding the evil that unfolds within families.  
 
I refuse to make the same mistake, and sometimes, it’s wise to keep a family at arms length when that kind of abuse unfolds, and people choose to protect and hide the perpetrator without a second thought to the vulnerable child who’s been traumatised.  
 
Living a nightmare isn’t an option, and now I understand why there’s been an escalation in psychological distress and suicide attempts as things become clearer as a light is being shone upon the things I should have known but was not told in a timely manner to mitigate the risk.  
 
Fuck you, and your trashy gossip !  
 
I’d call and ask you to meet me at pancakes galore for a snack and a coffee but the tree is way too heavy to carry for a deep & meaningful debrief on a fucked up situation as it’s apparent you’re unable to fathom such situations, and you wouldn’t be able to cope watching me vomit my strawberries and pancakes, post consuming them.  
 
That’s, my physiological response to the situation when I ruminate how fucked up some people are, and just because I have no time to be a reckless stupid whore chasing one-night stands, that doesn’t mean I’m not heterosexual and the gossip says more about them, than me.
 
Geez. Life, is challenging, sometimes !