Becoming the Kindness
TW: SA, child abuse, childhood trauma, DV, vulgar language, self harm
"I saw that the world was unkind
So I became the kindness I didn't see in the world"
...
They called me brave today
They said what I did was admirable
I just don't agree
I called it human decency...
I saw a kid at work the other day
She was crying and scared.
I thought
"This poor girl just doesn't like doctors..."
But then I looked at the mother
She was so annoyed
Seemed too bothered to be here for her little girl
"I can't believe that we have to be here again" she said
I sat and thought to myself
"Something just isn't right"
My gut was screaming at me but I ignored the signs
But when they took her back to check her out she began to plea
"PLEASE HELP ME! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!"
The doctors turned away
The nurses stood without emotion
We closed the doors so people coming in wouldn't hear the commotion
She cried and begged and screamed
It rattled the walls
I knew those calls
Those were screams of desperation
But...
No one seemed to be alarmed
No one budged when mom said
"I'll fucking hold you down if I have to!"
Alarm bells were ringing and flashing but no one could see or hear them
Why was I the only one panicking?
Am I crazy?
Am I projecting?
Then this child went running out of the building
Out into the dark parking lot
Away from her mother
Away from her terror
It wasn't until she was dragged back in the doors that I truly felt I saw her
Suddenly, I was her age again
Suddenly, I was begging for help
I cried and pleaded and begged
Something was wrong
I just didn't know what
Why could no one see me?
I didn't know what was wrong...
I just knew that something felt wrong...
Her screams were my screams
When I was begging my mother not to take me to that fucking house
"That man in there looks at me funny.." I'd say
"You're just overreacting."
Then she'd look the other way
"My sitter's boyfriend touched me and it didn't feel right."
"Quit telling stories." she'd tell me
I wasn't afraid of the dark because my demons hid in plain sight
She never even noticed when it was her own boyfriend abusing me
Didn't bat an eye when I stopped eating
Or speaking
Or smiling
Or breathing
Or opening my skin up
to use my blood as makeup
No one ever noticed that I was not myself
"She's just an angsty teen."
"She's just dramatic."
"Nevermind the fact that you can't touch her wrists or she'll scream."
It wasn't until I turned 16 that I understood just what was wrong with me
I understood what had happened TO me
And what happened when I told her?
She thought I was a liar
Attention seeking
She wouldn't even fucking look at me
So, I took myself to therapy
I remember asking my therapist "why?"
"Why did no one look long at me long enough to see that something was wrong?"
"Why did I have to do this alone?"
"Why am I in so much pain?"
She just said "Strength is a burden that is hard to bare."
It was then that I knew what I wanted to do
If just one person had seen me...
Truly saw me
Heard me
Acknowledged the signs
Maybe... Just maybe
I wouldn't be dealing with this PTSD
I wouldn't be so scared to look in the mirror
I wouldn't hate myself as much
I wouldn't feel as deeply as I do...
What if I can make a difference?
What if I can save this little girl's life?
What if I can change one thing for the better?
What if this girl needs help but doesn't know how to ask?
What would you do?
When I reported the incident,
I was in tears
"What if I'm wrong?"
"What if this is a mistake?"
My boss looked at me and said,
"But what if you're right?
Better to be wrong and safe than correct and in danger."
He was right... right?
No one else said anything
No one else knew the signs
But, I'd lived them
I'd breathed the fear
I'd known that feeling of being alone in a crowded room
What if I can be this kindness that I was not given?
What if I can be the reason someone SEES this child?
What if I can be that first step to safety?
For her...
Does that make me brave?
That's what they've been saying
But I truly don't think so
It's basic human decency
It's the right thing to do
If the world around you is unkind
Why not just become the kindness that you want to see
What if you could be the reason someone is safe today?
What if...
What if the world was a better place became we all took one more second to truly see someone?
What if we become the kindness?
What would you do?
About the Creator
Kaitlyn Cane
Mostly taboo topics. If we can't talk about the hard stuff then why talk at all. Sharing difficult parts of life with others is how we connect and feel. So let's feel.
Comments (1)
Gosh Kaitlyn, I'm so sorry for what happened to you 🥺 I know how exactly that feels because I was sexually assaulted as a kid from when I was 4. My mom and grandma didn't believe me when I told them. So it continued until I was 8. Only later in life I understood what happened to me. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️ Also, totally agree with being the kindness that we wanna see in the world