9 - That voice in your head

four year old me

I was nine years of age, when I was molested by an old man. From that day onwards I believed that what I had to say was not worth listening to. So what I did after that was to hide. I hid from the real world. I hid from adults. I hid from people who could hear me. I didn’t want to be noticed or heard. I chose a companion who talked over me.

Until, one day in 2005 I woke up.

That day, I started to hear my own voice. I remember the day so clearly.

I was at work and a colleague was telling us about her awful situation at home. She spoke for about ten minutes and all I could hear was the echo of my life. The rest is a long story but from that day on I began to live differently.

I believe that that day I started to develop a voice and through painting I found a type of freedom to be me again.

In March I will tell you a little about my life on a boat.

published February 2023