Being put away when society doesn’t want you

Adults and children are being put away in one country or another as I write this

This is number 17 of fifty pieces of poetry and prose written by Peter Limbrick as a monument to adults and children who have lived and died or are living now in inhuman situations. They are all inspired by real experience.

 

Put Away

Can you imagine being committed to one of these

institutions?

If you come as a baby, you will not know how different it is

from a normal sort of childhood. You will grow up without

mothering or fathering, without emotional attachment to

anyone.

The people who look after you will come and go in shifts

and will have a variety of cultures, languages and accents.

They will each have their own ideas about what to do with

you when you are naughty, about how much time to give

you to eat your meals, about managing your crying at

bedtime.

Your growing brain, hungry for stimulation, will turn to

finger-sucking, hand-biting, eye-poking, head-banging and

whatever else you might resort to in the absence of

parental love, caresses, songs and games. You will have no

chance of developing self-esteem or feeling that you are a

wanted and valued child.      

If you are admitted as an adult you might have had loving

parents, might have been known by a wider family, by

people on the street, in a club or centre.

You might have had a place in the world with familiar

people and routines, respect for what you wanted to eat or

drink, choice in clothes, favourite TV programmes, songs to

sing along with, and birds, fish, cats or dogs for pets.

Perhaps your parents could no longer cope as you grew

heavier, became more obstreperous, developed some

unwelcome sexual habits. Or perhaps they died.

One day you are at home with everything that is familiar

and the next day in an institution where everything is

unknown and frightening. No familiar faces, no one knowing

who you are, what you like to eat and drink, what you like

to do. No more bedroom of your own.

No one to come when you cry for mum or dad.

 

The other 49 pieces can be seen here:

In Mind - a written monument to all people with intellectual disability. (Items 1 to 10)

In Mind - a written monument to all people with intellectual disability. (Items 11 to 20)

In Mind - a written monument to all people with intellectual disability. (Items 21 to 30)

In Mind - a written monument to all people with intellectual disability. (Items 31 to 40)

In Mind - a written monument to all people with intellectual disability. (Items 41 to 50)

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