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 :/
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
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
I'm hurting too, and I wouldn't have described it better than you did. You have a way of describing a scene that makes me feel that I was there too... I mean some lines are just heart-rending:
"I feel naked. I gulp and nearly crumble to dust, but instead mumble, “Yeah.”"
"staring straight ahead at the professor who just unraveled me nonchalantly in a room full of people"
You're taking a class to learn how to improve the mental well-being of others, while you're hurting silently, suppressing it inside that you became almost unaware of it, until that teacher "unraveled" you. I wish I could write like you.