Tag: Trauma
Through Hairless Eyelids
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I thought ‘You look like a pig. Pig-girl.’ My eye scrutinised the minutia of my face with a magnified mirror. Up close, it was quite obscene; pores, blemishes and eyelashes 5 times their normal size crawling over my eyelids like graphite pencilled black spiders. With a deft [...]
A Joyless Reunion (part 1)
My childhood had not adequately equipped me with an ability to love without sex. At 21 I had barely any relationship with my adoptive mother or my adoptive father. Both had found it necessary to leave me to my own devices; my mother because she had ruled with an iron rod and I had fought back twice as hard, my father because he had only started to parent me at 16, to find out it was too late to tame me.
