1st time I remember this situation was Rebecca at kingsmont, that story appalled me. I couldn’t do anything with what I’d been told. I was too young, too far away, too naive.
I saw this situation again in college, I comforted the story teller and responded with violence. Violence happens in a void, no message was sent. Nothing that lasted anyway, the story teller was satisfied that was enough for me.
Recently this situation has come around again, a situation was shared. This time I held the teller offering refuge and solace. This I hope is the correct way to handle this situation.
I hope this is the best way, even if it won’t be the last time.
– Dreads
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