Play

I was isolated for much of my childhood. Four walls and silence were often a constant. A few toys, some worn out books. Encyclopedias stopped coming.

I was exposed to many thematics, however – a bit like Daunte’s Inferno in witnessing the choices others made as I was dragged through scenarios.

I was meant to be the mute observor, and if I so much as batted an eye at something, there was retributive punishment.

Over time, I learned to move with the stiffness of mind and body. I learned to meld my functioning better with my emotions.

I thought that the goal in life – at least from my perspective – was to find unity and harmony in one’s emotional self expression.

I was surprised to find that others in life vociferously disagreed with me. The answer seemed so simple, if I could just embody it.

We do not really understand the nature of trauma and how it affects a person. We take for granted that what we see on the surface is a person’s innate personality.

What if I told you that for my entire life I have been hiding, and only now am beginning to understand enough to figure out how to emerge myself?

What if I were to tell you that inside I am still that same child, looking for a way and the chance to come out into the world, and play with you?