Something to think about

This is rated mature as there is disturbing content.

My ability to write has returned, however the content isn't what I was searching for.

I longed for the magic of fantasy, not the words of a truth so common, yet so well hidden from society.

The longing for fantasy has grown stronger but seem much more elusive than ever.

I feel compelled to write my life story, however painful it was, and still is sometimes.

I truly hope others can learn from it and gain a better understanding of, and for those unfortunate souls like me that have lived it and are still living it.

I ask in all honesty that you do not pity me as I have accepted what happened in my past.

I may not have healed completely as yet, I am still working on issues that have recently arisen, and I am now in a stable state of mind to be able to deal with such things.

Before I finish up, I have something to ask of all who read this.

If you believe, or even have the slightest suspicion something is wrong, if something has you a little concerned, Please, please, do not ignore it, Ask some questions, call someone, do something, do not let it linger, the difference between a few hours and a few days could make all the difference in the world.

In some cases it could even be the difference between life and death.

You may think that statement is a little over dramatic, but it isn't, it is the truth.

I say again, do not let it linger, could you live with yourself if you suspected something and did nothing, only to hear that the person had committed suicide or was beaten to death?

I implore you to google the name "Nia Glassi, New Zealand" and see what comes up.

These are a few sentences that popped up when I googled her name.

 

*Baby Nia spun in dryer until she bled...

*Nia Glassie was tortured by her entire family and extended family....

*Nia Glassie had her life filled with violent abuse, vulgar surroundings with no love or warmth. She never got know natural affection.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

For the sake of education on this matter, if you read this, please refer it to others so they may learn as well.

Reviews

[char]

Hm. I looked up Nia...Those f*****g c***s think they're so tough abusing a THREE year old to death. Children are people. They may be small and uncertain, but they think and live just like an adult. The only advantage these lesser sacks of piss ever had is age. And age doesn't mean s**t. It's just a f*****g number. That 'mother' deserves worse. I hope wrinkled tits here never leaves prison. Ever.

Everytime I read your work...I get so angry. I apologize for my language, if it offends. But writing about this helps bring attention to situations like these. Keep writing about them.

[Alex Falkner]

I thank you for reading my work, But I thank you so much more for taking the time to read someone elses story, one that will never be told from her perspective.
This is one of the biggest problems in New Zealand, there have been many children under the age of five that have died in similar curcumstances, I and my younger brother and sister could have suffered the same fate as them but didn,t, and now I feel obligated to tell my story and bring attention to theirs and hopefully prevent it happening to anyone else.

[char]

I should be thanking you. Someday, I'll help these kids when I'm older and more influential. Thanks, Tamm.

[Alex Falkner]

And I'm sure you'll be damn good at it. :)
Thank you, and you're welcome.

[icelandicblue]

Wow...no I could not and would not do nothing. Of that I am certain. Thank you for posing these questions. We are all in this together.

[Alex Falkner]

Thank you for taking the time to read this, the more people that stand up and do something, the less people will suffer these horrors.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Tamm31

I can only apologise for consistently being drawn back to your writing.

Two reasons:

1) You write well; very well;

2) And as you already know I easily identify with your writing and why you write it.

Here again, you strike chords:

On the one hand you regret that all you can do is write about yourself and your experience of life; yet you correctly you also state that you have much to teach. Please turn your experience into a book.Pplease?!

You also advise the reader to act, not remain complacent as people may do in the face of something they see with which they disagree but do nothing about. As I have written, 'the misuse of time and our freedom is our damnation'. Please teach us more.

The above and this is what I try to do in Split.

You say you do not want pity, just action. In Split I state my illness may explain my behaviours but does not excuse them. And if, as I explain in 'Understanding', I do not write it in search of being forgiven, I do so as a voice for the voiceless and seek understanding for those stricken by mental health illness. I too survive and my recovery continues every day.

Finally you also want to exit writing about you and illness and get off the sombre into other forms of writing - the world of fantasy.

You do not know how often I have had to change my mind set to write amusing pieces which may still at times have some sort of underlying message, if only pure nonsense!

I have too many half written pieces in my bottom drawer including the first 70,000 words of a novel off the topic of illness, an adventure, a thriller. Yet in the end I could not finish it, because the plot became so complex that even I couldn't follow it (Smile please!) and then I realised I was actually ending up coming back to the topic I teach - in this case, fixation (an aspect of my bipolar self).

But take hope. I am getting my writing off topic now and moving on or back to other topics. Though it takes a degree of self discipline on my part.

Perhaps reviewing on here is my own form of therapy. It takes me out of my own world and into that of others.

Tamm31, you are capable of mixing and matching. I believe you have a duty of care (sorry to place this obligation on you) to tell us about the lessons of your life so that we can all better see, understand and act. But I know you are equally capable of writing off topic and ending up in the elusive other forms of writing you wish to achieve.

If I keep on coming back to you, in my reviewing it is because it attracts me by its honesty and I see many parallels.

But more than that, I feel I have a duty to you, an obligation to encourage you to do what I have tried to achieve and promote your writing.

This is a brief reflective piece. It is not fiction. It is not even a life story. I would class it as an essay (Non-fiction) firmly fixed in the world of reality, yours and ours.

And in writing us an essay, it itself remains well written.

Keep going.

I hope it helps that I keep coming back to your writing.

In a way I feel I should apologise. But then I know I shouldn't. What you have to say means something. It should to us all.

With my kindest and most well meaning regards as ever

James

[Alex Falkner]

Thank you again James, I really do appreciate your return each time, Here in New Zealand I have no one to discuss writing with as, (this will probably sound pretentious) everyone I have talked to about writing is an idiot and don't know what the hell they're talking about.
The fact that you have more understanding than most, of the writing side and the mental issues, certainly does help.
Now, I say this honestly, if it weren't for you and Anna L, I wouldn't have continued writing these 'slices'
After I posted the first one, I felt quite nervous, not knowing what reaction I would get as not many people have been told of my past apart from my councellor and my partner, both of whom have been through similar things and understand the damage it causes.
I will also say here, getting off the subject somewhat, that my partner took me to my councellor about a month after we got together, she was his councellor for nine years, which also helped as he knew how she worked through things, and therefore he helped to no end between sessions.
We have been together for almost ten years now, occasionally I wonder how the hell he managed to put up with my crap for so long. (joke, sort of) :)
Now, the comlepxity of plot you were talking about, I know that all too well, I have a bad habbit of writing myself into a corner, and it is exactly what I have done with the three novels I stupidly tried to write at the same time.
I will continue writing on this subject, and am currently working on one now, it has taken longer than the others as I needed to go to the doctor and research a few things to ensure I get the details as closely as possible.
Again, Thank you for reading and for your understanding.
It helps to no end.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Tamm31

Thank you for your kind comments.

Parallels?

Read 'Understanding' again.

In there, I talk without naming her, my partner Susan.

Without her and her support, I would not have ever survived to tell the tale.

Her kindness, love, caring for and patience towards me are endless. I have no idea how she puts up with me. But she does. We are getting married later this year. My good fortune!

With my kindest regards as ever

James

[Alex Falkner]

I will, And congratulations, wishing you all the best.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Thank you

[JR Darewood]

I know this sounds awful, but I feel ambivalent about healing.
I mean, I wouldn't wish trauma on anyone, but there's also a kind of depth and compassion that comes with it, that can help you to intimately understand other people in a way people who haven't experienced trauma can't. Healing is weird-- you might be able to get over one traumatic event in a week, but another might haunt you till you die. Keeping your wounds fresh gives you access to the raw emotion that makes you human and makes life intense, vibrant, worth living, while healed scars can feel numb and dead. I'm not saying I envy people who are struggling with trauma-- i definitely don't-- but i respect that they have something special, not good or bad, that lets them see the world differently.

In my high school, there was a suicide every year, probably because public school in the US is run like a prison, full of dysfunctional drug-addicted animals. It took time and mistakes with harsh consequences to recognize a call for help when I heard it, but also remember that when someone dies, it's not my fault. It's tough to balance, because so many of us struggle, and at the end of the day, we're the only ones who can help ourselves.

Sorry, my review kinda turned into a confessional, so as for what you opened up writing about:

I think your mind knows what you need to do, I think writing is a way for your subconscious to work through things sometime, and fantasy or not, let your muse pick your genre and listen to what it's telling you to do, because it's probably ultimately going to take you to a good place, It may start with a struggle, reach a climactic conflict but that's how you reach the happy ending, which is exactly where I think you deserve to be.

[Alex Falkner]

Thank you for reading my work, I agree with you on most of your comments.
When you say keeping the wounds fresh gives you access to the raw emotion that makes you human, that is true, however the part about healed scars can feel numb and dead, I do not completely agree with.
I have healed, To the most part, I may not get teary eyed when I remember such things, but I still remember how they felt at the time.
And you are completely right about it not being your fault when someone does die, I never meant for it to sound that way at all and I apologize wholeheartedly if I caused any offence.
I do commend you for working that out early, if you blame yourself for the problems and actions of everyone else, eventually it would probably your funeral they go to next.
The one thing that sickens me is when children suffer and no one does anything, that was the directon I was pointing, but I also see where you are coming from.
And for the last comments, I am getting close to my happy ending.
For years I believed it is something I didn't deserve, but now I know for a fact that I want it, and I do deserve it.
And I am damn well going to get it.
Thank you again J.