Happy October! Can you believe we have about 90 days left In 2017?! I can't believe it. As always we have a topic of the month and for October it's depression. As you know on this platform we discuss rape culture, mental health and healing from a Black woman's perspective. Depression would fit into the mental health category and what would VIEISME be if I didn't tell you a blast from the past true story about myself? I will break down my depression story in a four part series from early childhood, preteen to adolescence to finally adulthood and I deal with depression.
As a child, I was depressed. From the ages of 0-7 I was a pretty happy-go-lucky kid. I liked my life. I loved my mother. I had toys. I was well fed. I didn't have any need that I couldn't beg my mother to purchase. But at 7 I was raped by my babysitter's daughter. From then on my bubbly spark was overshadowed by secrecy and sadness. I gained a lot of weight. I became more reserved. I who didn't care or notice if the lights were off all of a sudden was haunted by my 'what if' thoughts and wild imaginations. Needless to say my behavior rapidly changed but for two busy working poor parents everything was the same. Sadness became familiar, comforting to some sorts. I relied on myself because I knew I wouldn't betray myself like my parents did when selecting my babysitter and the hurt inflicted by her daughter.
Childhood depression isn't as easily detectable in children as it is in assaults. At 8 I was too young to drink nor knew what alcohol was so drinking my blues was out of the equation. So what did I do? I masked it by playing my part. In the words of Andre 300, "The world's a stage everybody's got to play their part." I had elaborate detailed day dreams that consumed my time to block flashbacks of my trauma. I pulled myself by my bootstraps of courage and repeated the 2nd grade twice hoping I could graduate the second time around. I sunk my feels of self-repugnance in TV hypnosis envisioning myself in the scripted shows that I doted on. No discrimination, animation and scripted family shows all got the same love indiscriminately.
But as with functional alcoholics and I the smiles faded away once the trauma crept in. The brightness in my eyes grew to a dull glaze when the flashbacks popped up against my will. The feelings of disparity rocked me to a deep anchor. "My" secret that I inherited like Malaria from an imposing predator that spread into my consciousness and robbed my innocence deteriorated me. But because I had no outlet I continued to rot from the inside out. Playing masquerade in my everyday life hoping no one found out what happened to me or what has become of the real me. The lines that separated the mask and skin blurred in definition and to some degree became one like MF Doom.
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I'll leave you with a personal quote of mine, "It's imperative that these acts of wrongdoings do not continue unchecked for it is our children who pay the highest cost." - Vie Ciné
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