Writing, Deception, and Redemption: A Journey of Healing
What’s that expression? Dance like nobody’s watching, sing like nobody’s listening? I could Google this, but I don’t want to. It’s a nice opening.
I tend to use this approach with my writing because, to me, writing is incredibly therapeutic, although I am a long way from mastering it as a skill. Each day without fail, I try to find something to write about. It’s a groove I fell out of some years ago, a groove that I’m desperate to return to, a groove I miss that put all the pieces of my fractured life together.
I didn’t do education (see what I did there) for me; going to school was a way of stultifying my mind. But also, school was insignificant in my “bigger picture.” I was the kid in the class nobody talked to, but also the kid nobody ever really disliked. I was a shelf filler, like all those videos with titles you’d never remember in the video shop if you’re old enough to remember those. I was probably deemed as a little bit square. Years earlier, sexual abuse from an older female sibling broke me a little. The effect ricocheted through my life. So by the time I was 14 years old, I had no time to be at school; I needed to look after my baby, while my then-partner, a teacher, went to work. Yes, you read that right. My first and only sexual encounter with someone unfamiliar with me was essentially, I guess, another act…