Warning: potentially triggering content.
A single homicide has a dozen victims
by the whore who lived upstairs,
‘usta stench, but nothin’
your disordered flesh.
The cops thought
you were Black
Tall order lady,
greasy spoon waitress:
what did we do–
to deserve this?
(c) Rob Goldstein, 1982 – 2015
It’s life affirming to see how we touch each other’s lives as bloggers.
I was inspired by a podcast from “Surviving my Past”. Matt P. Interviewed Rob Goldstein and he said he “no longer thinks of himself as sick with D.I.D. Instead, as being well with D.I.D.”. I like that a lot and it made me realise how thankful I am that God has pulled me away from AA, which constantly reaffirmed the notion that I was sick. I am not. I love not drinking and I choose to believe I am getting well and I can be well with D.I.D. I choose to believe I can connect with my parts and we can live together. It’s happening. It’s been happening this week.
I am thankful for my parts and all that they have done for me and provided for me. They are fierce and brave and fascinating. They make up all that is me and I believe them and in them.