Chaos. When the president elect seems to enjoy causing chaos I become queasy and scared. Dictatorship. I feel weak, victimized, and dissolve into tears, head bent.
That is how I felt when siblings were attacking me. My Mom did nothing. I told, I fought, then pretended sleep having no choice but to surrender to the horror that was ongoing from age 8-11.
That is how I feel now about the supposed ‘leader’ who is to run our country, as if no one can stop his mouth, his lies, his taking over and doing what he wants, saying what he wants, disrespecting anyone who doesn’t exalt him.
I feel nauseous and unsafe, fearful for us all. Will there be enough checks and balances to protect us from him? There wasn’t when I was eight.