Escape, escape, escape
A poem about my journey escaping an abusive mother

When I stepped out from under that looming shadow of financial, emotional, physical abuse, that was my first escape.
I thought I would only need one escape — I was wrong.
When your abuser is your mother, people will excuse her aggression as coming from a good, loving place and shift the burden on you to fix her, to accommodate her, to return her aggressive love.
My second escape was stepping out of these connections and realizing that intention does not justify the damage that was done.
That you cannot fix someone unmotivated to see the problem, unwilling to make the change.
My third escape was to escape the escaping. The mindset of continually trying to run away from something dangerous.
I spent so long protecting myself from every act of aggression that my recipe for every connection was to fight, flight, freeze, and fawn; to overschedule and overachieve, but also to avoid and self-sabotage.
I had to learn to escape the escaping and instead to build towards my values, my intentions, my goals.
I learned that I no longer had to run away from, nor have to run and rush towards safety but that I can walk, one foot steadily in front of the other, towards my destination.
Thank you to Susannah MacKinnie for your prompt: Escape. In turn, I tag Aimée Gramblin, Suzanne V. Tanner, Hope Coalesce, Amy Marley, Mary McGrath and anyone else who wants to play, for this new prompt: Noodles.
What’s your next adventure? 🐇
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