Evie was an amazing little someone before the abuse,
and she is still that amazing someone (and more!) after the abuse.
METAPHOR
Imagine your life being a can of white paint,
and the fact of child sexual abuse being but a single drop of dark stain
hovering above and dangerously close.
When this tiny teardrop of unsolicited color
first splatters down onto the surface of the
pristine white paint,
it is shocking.
This offending dash of concentrated pigment, in stark contrast to the white,
is severe,
compelling us to direct our complete and utter attention.
But almost immediately, if imperceptibly, that pigment actually begins to be
overwhelmed by the white.
Diluted.
The lighter folding in and around, engulfing each tiny, darker hued particle of color
until that unwanted droplet is no longer even taking up a clearly defined space.
And as we continue to walk through life, and our can of paint gets jostled and jiggled,
and maybe even dropped or thrown or kicked about once in awhile,
that dark stain disperses even more.
So what becomes of it, this life, this can of wrecked white paint?
Well, the can no longer holds only the white paint, of course;
and yet every single bit of the original white paint is still in that can.
Only now, it is beautifully tinted, perfectly you.
My wish for you
is that no matter the size or the number or the sources
of your unwanted, unfair drops of darkness,
you always remember that they do not define you or your future,
but rather softly shade and subtly filter the palette that is your life.
ThroesTHURSDAY - In the Throes of Sappiness...
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Do *you* have a story to share?
Mags Karn
Author of The Tell: A Memoir
*** WRITING THE WRONG ***
No more silence. No more shame.
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