Karrie Higgins writes a powerful multimodal lyrical essay response to a triggering, ability essay recently circulating the web. With raw honesty, intense detail, a stack of medical and police records, and echoes from Virgina Woolf, she shows us what it means to live life disabled, to live life after abuse, to live a life ticking away under the threat of terminal illness, and to still be brave, bear witness, and shed light on the hard truths of reality.
In response to Amanda Lauren’s XOJane piece suggesting her mentally ill friend’s death was a “blessing.”
Content warning: suicide; ableism; mental illness; abuse; caregiver abuse; psychiatric commitment; violence; dead bodies
If you are in suicide crisis, please call the National Suicide Hotline at 1 (800) 273-8255.
If you are a victim of sexual assault in crisis, please call RAINN at 800.656.HOPE (4673).
The first time it happened, a stranger in Prairie Lights bookstore in Iowa City called me “the second coming.” He was pointing to a display of tote bags and t-shirts printed with Virginia Woolf’s portrait.
“That could be you,” he said.
He didn’t know I was a writer. He didn’t know I was sexually abused by a half-brother, just like Virginia. That I am Bipolar, just like Virginia. That I have tried to commit suicide, more than once, just like Virginia.
He meant second coming in body, not mind.
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