I started reading The Kingdom of Little Wounds by Susan
Cokal (a Pritz award honorary) and holy crap batman. Page one talks about a 12-year-old princess
forced to wed a MUCH older man, how he “consummates” the marriage and then she
DIES either due to poisoning or the plague thing her and her siblings all
have. And then there’s talk of various
sexual transmitted diseases and a whole bunch of shit that just keeps on going
downhill. How the fuck is this book an
honorary award for “distinguished youth literature”??? What the ever loving fuck? Yeah, if your plan is to scare your child off
from EVER having sex…by all means, let them read the beginning of this
book. ::shakes her head::
I dunno what’s going on with me – maybe I’m in full
emotional overload or something. But
crap, everything is so damn triggering right now. I’m crying at the drop of a hat – thankfully
only when I’m home alone. I feel like
I’m on high alert or something…but I’m not anxious? Or at least, not my normal anxious, where I’m
hypervigilant about people and the proximity to me. I’m making note of this tension so as to
(hopefully) remember to bring it up to my psychiatrist at our next
meeting.
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