of early childhood bullying, my
genetic confusion maybe even a
necessary illusion –
Certainly, suffering emotional abuse from
a young age prevented to show emotion
or not conforming to the rules of a culture or
nation even a notion – A dismissal of emotions
I should have understood and recognized the
triggers, I have had my share of the loss of
loved ones – A mother, father, sisters, brothers,
uncles and aunts – A family tree too intricate
to explore, yet I admit their passing remains my
emotional sting – I should have walked away from
my profession the moment I experienced work place
oppression even institutionalized racism delivered in a
decade of foreign cynicism – My denial of my deepening
depression resulting in difficulties to work, sleep or eat, sinking further in dream state alleys of woe drowning in my sorrow fearing each tomorrow.
I’m better now – Somehow walking away from it all and breaking the social mold has rejuvenated me healed me renewed me liberated me from my emotional sarcophagus – My deepening abyss as I leave you with this – My depression confession…
© Don Beukes
Excerpt form the book “I Have A Name”
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Preface . . .
We live in a society whereby there is an astounding increase in what is known as ‘the invisible disorders.’ We may be living with one or more of them ourselves, or perhaps it could be our parent, our child, our grandchild or the person working at the desk beside us. These hidden, or not so hidden disorders are a part of our modern-day life, symptoms of hereditary, dietary, metabolic or chemical unbalances in the body – yet they exist and are very real for the person who lives daily with any of them.
There are many people silently suffering as a result. They are walking through life feeling lost, unsupported, misunderstood and alone; yet there is hope in acceptance and inclusion. There is hope when we give these disorders a voice, a name, a face and a place in society. The collection within these pages are voices, names and faces; the accounts of real people by real people. They either live with a disorder or have been deeply touched by knowing someone who does.
It is with my profound thanks to all the contributors, for opening themselves up, with the willingness to share these experiences with the world. “You Have a Name.”
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