Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Pressure

It's all in my head.  The pressure is all in my head.  I have spent the later part of Monday and all day yesterday with yet another hideous migraine.

I get migraines and then I get migraines.  The second version is the pounding, searing, scratching my brain kind of pressure that no medication will touch.  I have tried prescription after prescription for migraines and nothing has ever cured them completely.  Sometimes a medication will stop a migraine and that is a good day.  The rest of the time I endure the pain, counting on someone else inside to work through their unrest to alleviate the mental throbbing. 

Coincidentally, or not, the very day I wrote here about control of my feelings and memories, I ended up floored by a whopper of a migraine.  By Monday evening, the voices in my head had reached a fevered pitch.  With the noise increasing, I began to compensate by telling them to shut up.  That didn't work very well and the tension continued to build.

I spent yesterday sleeping in our closet.  Not my favorite place to sleep and even upsetting for some to spend anytime in a dark closet, but necessary to shut out the external sounds and light.  It was then, and continued today, that I began to actually listen to what the others were saying.  A novel idea...

It is the teenager-types this time; upset about our treatment by others.  My father and his friends specifically.  Almost as if our father grew tired of the monotony of abusing us he invited his friends to enjoy us as well.

Money changing hands.  Hushed words and names spoken.  Our names.  He was telling them how to "work" us. 

Say Sara for a blowjob...  Cooper if you want a boy...  Jasmine if you like to be rough...  Lively if you want a bad girl...  Sissy if you never want a word spoken...

And so they learned our names and exactly how to get what they wanted.  He hurt us so much that he knew that we had different names.  He fucking knew.

They take their turns watching and egging each other on.  Suggestions of what to try.  A fight for who was next.  An invitation by him for all to join in towards the end.

A mess is what we are.  Humiliation is sticky in our hair.  We are dripping with ammonia-smelling shame.  Numbing blood covers our legs.  We are reduced to a heap of fluids, their laughter, their pleasure.  A human hole.

My head is pounding with shame.  The screams speak of silent terror.  There is no medication to stop this pain.  This migraine is wrapped up in silence that is unbearable to hear.  The pressure of the secrets, the pressure of the shame is just too much.

13 comments:

Andrea said...

Praying for you,
andrea

Annie Coe said...

Oh honey. There are no words for this type of horror. You have nothing to be ashamed of, they were evil, you just a child.
I hope your head feels better, I get migraines and know how badly they feel.
Love and hugs. xoxo

Deborah said...

Jennifer,
You are a good person. You are a good person. You are a good person . Keep writing. I will keep listening. Your words are power.
Love,
Deborah

Ruth said...

I'm here too. I agree, your words are power, and you're letting them work.

wawai said...

you are a person powerful reply to always strive unyielding

Cassandra Frear said...

I had some intense struggles with migraine. My was atypical, so I didn't get the headaches. But I got all of the other possible symptoms. In spades. The doctors didn't know what was wrong for a long time. I was so sick that I was not able to function normally.

Finally, a neurologist at Johns Hopkins solved the problem. And he gave me a book written by a colleague: Heal Your Headache by David Buccholz. This program which uses lifestyle changes, and then medication as needed, turned my life around.

I think you could definitely benefit from this book. And BTW, crazy run-on thinking can be part of migraine. Believe me, I know.

Shattered said...

Andrea, thank you! You are very kind.

Shattered said...

Annie, I don't want to be ashamed anymore. I'm tired of feeling this way. I struggle though, it's hard to understand why a child would be treated this way unless they were as horrible as me...

Shattered said...

Deborah, thank you for the encouragement. I'm not having one of those feeling-like-a-good-person days...

Thank you for listening.

Shattered said...

Ruth, thank you for reading and for your encouragement.

Shattered said...

wawai,thank you for reading along!

Shattered said...

Cassandra, thank you! I haven't hear of that book but I will be buying it. I so badly need these to stop. I know you understand how hard it is to function...

Thank you again for the book idea!

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