Trusting paper matters

December 16th, 2014

truth“Never write anything on paper because it can be used against you,” Mom warned me as a child.  I was twelve when my sixth grade teacher told me to start writing a journal.  She gave us little blue lined notebooks and time to write in them each day.  I was prepared to lie about my life.  I really wanted to write my truth, however, so I wrote about what was going on at home, booze, loss, blood and heartbreak.  My dad was an alcoholic and soon went to a hospital, and his brother committed suicide because he couldn’t stop drinking.  We lived in a periodically insane alcoholic world of never knowing when things would explode.  I felt mortified every time I thought about Dad’s recent black out and how he drunkenly fell down at the local pool shredding his elbow.  I overheard a woman call me ‘the drunk man’s daughter’ and I never wanted to return to the pool or take another breath on this planet.

Then my teacher said, “I’m collecting your journals and will read them over the weekend.” Like Hell you are, I thought. Continue reading “Trusting paper matters” »