What the fuck, mom? Pt III
you didn’t do it to trigger me
you just forgot about my history of self harm:
you pretended to stab me after slitting open
an Amazon box with our kitchen knife.
I froze and stared at you, mouth open.
you did it to be funny
you did it as a joke
I’m the joke
for believing you’d care
about trauma apart from your own.
I have a similar reaction to gun gestures (though I’ve not held a gun myself). I know this feeling well. It’s visceral.