In which our protagonist enters the Zoom room for a psych evaluation, eager and nervous to uncover the next phase of her healing journey.
The ‘doctor’ tells her,
That’s a lot of loss for someone to have experienced by your age.
Borderline personality disorder …
But it has nothing to do with your personality …
You’ve experienced significant trauma …
Care provider burnout …
… you were too young …
It’s impacted your development …
You must feel like you were robbed of your
childhood … It’s clear you have a complicated post-traumatic
stress disorder … Today it could be BPD, tomorrow it could be
ADHD … At the center of it all is your trauma.
He asks her where her family is from, she tells him El
Salvador … I’m sure that must’ve come with its own set of
challenges.
She smiles,
the words “epi-ge-ne-tic trau-ma”
climb up her spine,
each letter
expanding
into the spaces
between her vertebrae,
urging her to shout
their collective
string
of
truth.
Instead
she smiles
and says nothing.
This poems is one of many in Clara Olivo’s debut book/poetry collection, The Whisper, The Storm and The Light In Between from Alegria Publishing.
