The Politics of Family Gatherings
Trauma treads as heavily as it would like to; it never seems to want to be soft, much as we would like it to be.

I was introduced
to politics
early on:
"They don't talk"
implying the history
between them
that I have
yet to learn,
all of.
Checked off
the list
to learn:
To be diplomatic
in situations of
emotion because,
not everyone
can hold it down,
not everyone
can let it out.
Some people
haven't let go
of their generational
trauma; some of us
are trying.
Sometimes we have
yet to learn the
Whole Back Story.
Makes it hard for us
to be reliable
narrators; rememberers;
we sit and think,
remember our version–
the right version;
but everyone
is living in a different
version of a
black hole; you
don't know what's on the
other side, or where you started,
but, you hope it's good–
on all fronts. That it doesn't
send in more trauma.
Not all trauma
is equal; not all trauma
is unequal.
There is no
good way to define
the trauma that
traps itself
inside your body;
there is no good
way to define the
trauma that
brings you outside
yourself. It all happens
to us, equally; not
here to give a fuck
to whom,
or even really,
about what;
it just is. In that way,
we can learn from
our trauma; in every way
we should learn
from our trauma; so as
not to carefreely
send it out
to be absorbed in
someone else;
do you like the worst side of yourself?
About the Creator
caylie hausman
Caylie Hausman is a wanna-be-poet who freelances in the worlds of social media and graphic design. She currently writes theBlogStack on Substack.
[email protected] or cayliehausman.com for more information.



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