Sabrina Hunt
Bio
I've always been a passionate writer and voracious reader.
Currently, I'm a 40's+ single mother to a teenage boy, living and trying to build a brighter future in Alaska. I am technically disabled and trying to work at whatever I can. Enjoy!
Stories (2/0)
The girl who was afraid of her voice
Let me tell you a story about a little girl who grew afraid to talk. She was a chatterbox. She loved attention. She loved love. The thing she loved best was giving hugs, because she always got one back too. She was happy and vivacious. She doesn’t remember exactly when it happened, when the Change took hold. At some point, she was told to keep quiet. She was told no one cared to hear her. She started learning that she talked too much. She tried to be quieter. She would bite her tongue until it bled. Then, she was told to shut up. “Shut Up-It’s not Your Place to talk". She was told that the word ‘love’ meant it’s ok to hurt people, as long as you say you’re sorry afterwards; as long as you buy them a treat or give them a hug. She was taught to ‘be seen and not heard’ and when she was heard there would be hell to pay. Her voice brought beatings, her voice brought lectures, more punishments that exceeded her crimes. She was taught that respect was owed, not earned. She learned that her body was not her own, her mind she was not allowed to make up. She was taught that to love someone, you had to fear them, actually be afraid of them, of displeasing them in the slightest. She learned how to read every minute nuance of body language. She found out when she could get away with using her voice and when she better not even try. Her body was stronger than his, but she had been instructed in such a way that her head was unaware of this possibility.
By Sabrina Hunt4 years ago in Psyche
Feeling Split
I am not one of the mom's baking bread or thriving in quarantine. We're not doing puzzles or spending extra time together. I've been (Maybe too) lenient with schoolwork. I haven't mustered the energy to deep clean or purge or re-organize Anything. For me Quarantine; Shelter in Place; Isolation; Hunker Down; whatver you want to call it, is a constant paradox.
By Sabrina Hunt4 years ago in Psyche
