The closer you get to finishing a puzzle, the more excitement you feel to see it complete. As you connect the pieces together you feel more and more complete. The thing about flashbacks or repressed memories is that they come in puzzle pieces that you have to put together. Even if you do not want to see the complete image, these memories force you to put it together.
I was a 15-year-old girl, who’s only concerns were boys, school, and my friends. Then my dad got sick. I was so self-absorbed in my own frivolous school life, that I did not realize how sick he was. Due to his illness, my parents relocated to Mexico for a few weeks to see their doctor, because the medical care in the United States was too expensive (even with insurance). My Aunt Rose was left in charge of me and my 13-year-old sister. It was a hard time, but we made it through as …show more content…
I felt a lump n my throat. I remembered. Memories that I buried in that back of my mind. I remembered everything he did to me, I don’t even want to write his name because I’m still scared sometimes. It happened a long time ago, in another country. I was no older than four, he was a teenager, his sister, the babysitter. My parents trusted their family because they were well-respected members of the church.
I used to sit on his lap and he would tell me that it was our secret. Then he would tell me a story as he touched me. I remember feeling his body rising up on my leg.
I wanted to kill myself because I remember liking it even though I did not understand. I felt so disgusted with myself, that I wanted to hang myself from the tree or drown myself in my own blood or perhaps slice my throat open and let the blood pour out as I died. All the puzzle pieces came together, I was so scared.
I cried for at least an hour, and my aunts and my sister tried to console me. Aunt Liza apologized for bringing it up. Then I fell
I was a 15-year-old girl, who’s only concerns were boys, school, and my friends. Then my dad got sick. I was so self-absorbed in my own frivolous school life, that I did not realize how sick he was. Due to his illness, my parents relocated to Mexico for a few weeks to see their doctor, because the medical care in the United States was too expensive (even with insurance). My Aunt Rose was left in charge of me and my 13-year-old sister. It was a hard time, but we made it through as …show more content…
I felt a lump n my throat. I remembered. Memories that I buried in that back of my mind. I remembered everything he did to me, I don’t even want to write his name because I’m still scared sometimes. It happened a long time ago, in another country. I was no older than four, he was a teenager, his sister, the babysitter. My parents trusted their family because they were well-respected members of the church.
I used to sit on his lap and he would tell me that it was our secret. Then he would tell me a story as he touched me. I remember feeling his body rising up on my leg.
I wanted to kill myself because I remember liking it even though I did not understand. I felt so disgusted with myself, that I wanted to hang myself from the tree or drown myself in my own blood or perhaps slice my throat open and let the blood pour out as I died. All the puzzle pieces came together, I was so scared.
I cried for at least an hour, and my aunts and my sister tried to console me. Aunt Liza apologized for bringing it up. Then I fell