Dominic Dorato
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The Seer
My childhood was rather haunted, repressed memories of my uncle sexually assaulting me is only scratching the tip of the iceberg. All around me at a young age i saw the death of strangers, some real, some just imprints of past deaths left behind. Drug abuse was at the epicenter of my mother’s side of the family, namely my grandmother. My mother and father always resented each other with me in the center as a middle-man. Within myself i found some semblance of peace, my imagination filling in the gaps for things i wanted to forget. Invincible heroes and justice that persevered and struck down evil, fantastical environments that overshadowed the deep dark i lived through daily. I lived like that for so long until life lost its magic when i started developing emotions, needs and wants that couldnt be hidden behind the curtains of my sunconsious projections. My reality became shattered in my early teens when i started experiencing just that; reality. Everything broke down in front of me and i built an ego to protect myself and build and image of normalcy, though that barely worked. I made several attempts at my own life before i created a makeshift solution; the seer. The seer by no stretch of the imagination was what you could perceive to be “real” but to me the seer was very real. As i denied myself the capacity to process all of my negative emotions i just shoveled it all into him as a way to kind of invent this seperate entity for them. I didnt feel bad things, i didnt feel sadness, or at least thats what i would tell myself. But as it progressed he only grew, the shadows of my subconscious guilt weighed me down to the point of lucidity, he took shape, he had a voice, and most of all he had a philosophy.
By Dominic Dorato4 years ago in Psyche