"Little Man" was a name given to my by the counselors who looked at me ( due to my silence and obedience).
Marie Christine, when you shared with me, during your performance, the story of the wife assisting her husband (drinking problem) and then asked me about my family - my thoughts and feelings were caught in a black hole. Because there were so many spaces or paragraphs left out of my development as it relates to family experiences. The main stream stuff anyway.
A great period of my life has been spent away from my biological family. The Orphanage, group home, college, university and job relations. But family and one to one engaging was pretty much mute. The family was a ratio of one to 45 or something like that. One adult for every fifty children. Total children of boys and girls was over, i guess, fifteen hundred or so. Not sure but knew that there were a lot of kids being taken care of by wonderful nuns and a few counselors not of the cloth.
Anyway, will not go further due to time and excitement in sharing this with you. But by the time i was nineteen years old - i already died a thousand time and afraid of what was to come.
Hope to continue -
Little Man...
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