Excuse Me While I Implode
How medical gaslighting has attempted to hinder my progress.
You may not, I say
With your tallons long and far reaching.
No longer will I freeze within your grasp.
I begin and you shut me down
Dismiss me, my feelings and my brain.
For you are projecting.
Whose tallons ruptured your soul?
Whose tallons, indeed.
You are now the bully behind the medical degree.
I’m reminded that my inner child
Still hangs around.
She kicks and she bites
But she is not made of steel.
The child without options
Without a voice to carry the sound through her diaphragm and out of her mouth.
I may be small and have no authority over you.
And shame on you for shrinking me down.
Like an experiment gone wrong.
But I have authority over myself.
I will not be your subject of ridicule any longer.
I will not be the recipient of your medical gaslighting.
I am healing from bullies like you.
What made you small?
Who made you fearful of your own voice?
I have options now.
I have a voice.
I refuse to be measured on your scale of unworthiness.
For my feelings are valid.
And my concerns legitimate.
Who are you to tell me what I feel inside my own body?
Inside my own head?
The mirror is your enemy and introspection is the cause.
Take a plant, dear bully.
And may it teach you how to grow.
