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February 11th, 2009
06:31 pm - Writer's Block: Challenges I’ve Faced
A lot. My life has been full of hellish lessons. I want to say I'm a better person because of it. I honestly don't know. I feel like I'm an open book, but I suppose none of my friends really know what I went through in Ely. I joke about it, but I did spend ten years being abused in every way imaginable by just about everybody around me. The religious cults were bad, but being taken from my mother was probably the worst. Of course, I just thought it was normal to be taken away from her. Kids don't think about that sort of thing.
But hell, all that aside, that is NOTHING. I have never known anyone with a more horrific life story than this friend of my mother's. She was actually asked to be on Oprah, but refused because she's not over her past, even though she's in her later life now. It's a shame, though, because it could have given her organization more recognition. At any rate, her brother was killed by communist soldiers in China, her parents were sent to prison camps of some sort, and at 7 she was left to wander the streets, and was forced to wear a sign that said something vicious... I can't remember what. It said, "Daughter of ____" and there was some slur I can't recall that they were calling her parents (who had just been normal people. A seamstress and a dentist, I think.) People would throw food at her. A teacher once allowed his class to violently beat her. Actually, I think he encouraged them to. Then she ended up in some containment camp herself where she was forced to do... very horrible things that I can't even begin to describe. The story's horrifying icing on the cake is that she escaped and swam out of the place. (I don't know where... I know she got to America that way, but obviously she didn't swim here.) As she's swimming away from this prison, trying to escape, with men with guns standing in watch towers ready to shoot her if they see her, she's hitting objects floating in the water. The objects are bodies. Hundreds and hundreds of bodies of people who had tried to escape before her.
Honestly, I know it doesn't make my own experiences better, but hell, not a whole lot tops that. It makes me ill just thinking about it. I can't imagine the trauma and suffering she must still be going through. But she's clearly a better person and spends a good portion of her time helping other people, hence her organization.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/picturebabe/exhausted.jpg) exhausted
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