One of my most dangerous flashbacks has return, once more, this morning. It has been several months, since I last experienced this. Where my younger brother physically attacks, both my mom and I, with anything, he could get his hands upon, in the kitchen. I can still hear, mom pleading with him, to stop, her voice, a mixture of pain and hysterics, but he responds, by swearing and increasing the pace of his attack, upon us. Taking a kitchen chair and using its aluminum legs, as a battering ram, on both of our bodies, targeting our ribs and backbone, changing his attack, to kicking us, when his 12 year old arms grew weary, of swinging the kitchen chair.
To this day, I have the kitchen floor tile burnt, into my memory, from the numerous times; he bounced my head off of the floor, a soft off-white (from countless washing) with rectangular black specks, throughout the nylon kitchen floor tile. Just a little over 28 years have passed since that attack happened, during the summer of 1985, when my dad was hospitalized, for his first heart attack.
There is more, to his violent outburst, but I can only recall, the different kinds of pain, as he worked my body over that afternoon. Nor do I remember how or why he stopped his assault, except I lay curled up, in a fetal position, on the kitchen floor, with mom crying, and my brother, nowhere to be seen. Emotionally, I feel shame and anger, every time, this flashback occurs, for my inability to protect mom and myself, from this, being the older sibling.
As I write this out, I am experiencing an anxiety backlash, throughout my entire body, as my limbs are trembling and feel like, they are made of lead. Not sure, how I was able to get dress and leave my apartment, this morning, but I have. As my need to flee, from the quiet safety of library, is getting beyond my control. It will take two to three days, before I am retain normal control over my body, after a very violent flashback, like this one.
To this day, I have the kitchen floor tile burnt, into my memory, from the numerous times; he bounced my head off of the floor, a soft off-white (from countless washing) with rectangular black specks, throughout the nylon kitchen floor tile. Just a little over 28 years have passed since that attack happened, during the summer of 1985, when my dad was hospitalized, for his first heart attack.
There is more, to his violent outburst, but I can only recall, the different kinds of pain, as he worked my body over that afternoon. Nor do I remember how or why he stopped his assault, except I lay curled up, in a fetal position, on the kitchen floor, with mom crying, and my brother, nowhere to be seen. Emotionally, I feel shame and anger, every time, this flashback occurs, for my inability to protect mom and myself, from this, being the older sibling.
As I write this out, I am experiencing an anxiety backlash, throughout my entire body, as my limbs are trembling and feel like, they are made of lead. Not sure, how I was able to get dress and leave my apartment, this morning, but I have. As my need to flee, from the quiet safety of library, is getting beyond my control. It will take two to three days, before I am retain normal control over my body, after a very violent flashback, like this one.
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