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A Bad Memory
One of my worst memories
is of standing in the hall
at six or seven years old
and hearing my father upstairs knock about
my older sibling,
the other behind me and letting me know
as I wept: ‘you should talk to him,
you’re his favourite. You could stop this happening.’
And I don’t have much to say beyond that
apart from I hope that it’s not just shared
in self-pity, but maybe so I’ll know if it’s normal, or if I could have stopped it happening.
is of standing in the hall
at six or seven years old
and hearing my father upstairs knock about
my older sibling,
the other behind me and letting me know
as I wept: ‘you should talk to him,
you’re his favourite. You could stop this happening.’
And I don’t have much to say beyond that
apart from I hope that it’s not just shared
in self-pity, but maybe so I’ll know if it’s normal, or if I could have stopped it happening.
Published 11th Dec 2023
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11th Dec 2023 1:14pm
It’s not likely you could have stopped the violence, and you might not have survived had you made the attempts to intervene.
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11th Dec 2023 11:48pm
it must have been awful. you were just a kid; of course you couldn’t have done anything!
