“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.” PeopleGivingFeelsLooksTwoWholeCareMy OwnBrokenHundredLet MeGive MeInsanityCompanionCracksSurroundHealedCrackedDislocation Book:Sickened Source: Sickened
“Having taken on the care of foster children, a mother forced her own daughter to beat them. According to her later account: Mom puts the fly swatter in my hand and shows me how to do it: grab their wrists, and whack the plastic handle over their pink baby palms. She stands in the doorway of their room until I can crack hard enough to make them scream.” ChildrenI CanHardEnoughShowsHandsCareMotherRoomsTakenBabyMomBeatsDaughterAccountsHandleCracksBullyingScreamPlasticShow MePalmsDoorwaysWristsFoster Children Author:Julie Gregory
