For those without the joy of regular contact, you may have interpreted my lack of reflection about life on this blog to be characteristic of my intermitent interest in publically musing on my life’s goings on.
Unfortunately, for the past several months, I haven’t been able to find the words for what three men stole from me in the dark. The inventory of what was stolen was quite small, a wallet and a phone. Your standard late night mugging really.
However, the effect this had on me at a time when I was already highly stressed about finishing Honours was enormous. While, it’s true I needed to become some what of a hermit in order to focus on my work — this event forced me into the isolation of a dark abyss.
I am now 17 days away from thesis deadline. I now know that soon I will have time to build a life again. Oh, for the freedom to take a few “Life Days” to sort myself out! I’m excited to think that my life will never look the same.
At least throughout this extremely traumatic time — I’ve managed to produce some great paintings (even if they are all in fetal position!).
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“Standard” is horrifying. The expectation that because a crime is common, and someone else may have had a worse experience of it, that your experience needs to be downplayed- breaks my head and my heart.
I’ve done the same thing. Just your average late night attempted rape, you know, and I should think myself so fortunate that he ran when I fought.
Standard and average and common don’t mean a whole lot when it’s your bodily integrity & your sense of safety & dignity under attack.
I’m sorry that’s the reason you were gone. I wish this had been a time of you having far too much fun to bother updating your blog. But I’m glad you’re ‘back’.
Love and support and whatever the hell else you need,
Comment by Ali November 27, 2007 @ 11:20 amxxxx