theshadowoftheliving
Diamond Member
I've been moving house these last few days. I'm incredibly grateful to have my own place, finally. It's little and sparse - I lost all my housewares when I split with my ex last January, and I'm too broke to buy new stuff. In an attempt to help, my mom gave me some stuff.
One of the things she dropped off at my place was a quilt from my childhood, one that my grandmother made for me when I was five or six. When I was folding it to put it away, I saw the back and freaked out - full blown panic, flashback, awful. The patterned back - little blue and white flowers - is the pattern I remember so so vividly from when I was young. Laying on my stomach, naked, while he's violating me. Staring at it intently, trying to disconnect my mind by entering into the pattern, repeating to myself "I will not remember, I will not remember."
This quilt makes me sick. But it's also a handmade quilt, embroderied with my name and "love grandma." I can't just throw it away but I don't know how I can keep it. Every time I open the closet and see it, I freak out a little. I don't know what to do with it and or how to keep it around or how to throw it out ....
One of the things she dropped off at my place was a quilt from my childhood, one that my grandmother made for me when I was five or six. When I was folding it to put it away, I saw the back and freaked out - full blown panic, flashback, awful. The patterned back - little blue and white flowers - is the pattern I remember so so vividly from when I was young. Laying on my stomach, naked, while he's violating me. Staring at it intently, trying to disconnect my mind by entering into the pattern, repeating to myself "I will not remember, I will not remember."
This quilt makes me sick. But it's also a handmade quilt, embroderied with my name and "love grandma." I can't just throw it away but I don't know how I can keep it. Every time I open the closet and see it, I freak out a little. I don't know what to do with it and or how to keep it around or how to throw it out ....