Fridays, 2pm: Therapeutic Interventions with Individuals.
In the midst of lecture, she catches my eye from across the room and asks,
“You’re hurting, aren’t you?”
Her tone doesn’t change.
I look behind me.
Twenty-three chairs creak as bodies turn.
“Yeah. You. You’re hurting.”
It isn’t a question. I mouth, “Me?”
My finger points to my chest like the barrel of a gun.
Forty-six eyes bore a hole into my heart.
I could fall apart in an instant, to be seen like that — I mean, SEEN.
But we’re in a room full of people and I’m embarrassed. I feel naked. I gulp and nearly crumble to dust, but instead mumble, “Yeah.”
She lets me off the hook.
Back to the topic at hand, class as usual. It was just a blip in reality.
Noises are muffled like my ears are underwater as only a few eyes linger.
I don’t look back at them, instead staring straight ahead at the professor who just unraveled me nonchalantly in a room full of people and then left me unraveled like a spool of yarn. How could she do that?
It’s been four weeks and I haven’t recovered.
Yes, I’m hurting. I wish I could scream it.
Crikey Jane, that's just awful ... and the irony of the perpetrator of such insensitivity being the lecturer of 'therapeutic interventions with individuals' !!!
We all sometimes recognise pain in others that we can empathise with, but the moments of 'intervention' have to be carefully chosen. Throwaway comments across a room are clearly damaging and now you're having to deal with your original hurt and now this too. I really feel for you. :-( x
Oh, Jane. So many hugs to you. I hear you. Scream as loud as you need.
This reminded me of all the silent hurts we harbor, then when someone sees us and sees the pain, it puts us out there. Uncomfortably so. We are exposed and our shell, our defense, is poked through. Others see a side that is personal and intimate, that we don't allow just anyone to notice. I know that feeling of being out in the open, not in your exact way of course. It's scary and can be terrifying to see our hurt portrayed and affecting us like that.
All the love in the world to you, dear friend. Thank you for sharing this <3
Wow. Jane this is extremely hard hitting, the words you use are just magnificent and make the poem.. Like being bare as someone asks if you're OK and then leaves you to it is just... How could anyone do that :/