It’s 2019 now, and I can’t help but ask, “Why oh why are any city or town councils being paid to spend time on discussing or voting on issues that involve bringing military weapons into schools?”
I haven’t even begun to discuss the dysfunctionality of being raised with a PTSD Vietnam survivor, or the trauma that a 16-year-old felt when a huge military weapon and bullets were secretly taken into the house that I lived in with my Mom and little sister.
It was traumatic for me. It was one of only two times that I finked on one sibling to another.
And I got that gun thing taken care of at a very young age. I was in charge of Jane. I would have taken a bullet before it ever hit her (if I could). I never really knew how many stories I kept secret. I have not even scratched the surface of all I have to share. It is so, so, so cathartic.