i feel like i and my trauma exist in this middle ground that no one understands. 

to our left: the experiences that ought to have come with a two parent household above the poverty line, access to education and food and clothes, a sibling, books... we have nothing in common here 

to our right: the experiences of people who have been trafficked, kidnapped, prostituted, whose loved ones have been murdered, who have lived in bone grinding poverty... i have so much in common 

to our left: whiteness, class, suburbia, stable family finances, social connections, good schools, good neighborhoods, summer camps, nature excursions

to our right: abandonment, neglect, loathing, disdain, ignorance, dogma, narcissism, selfishness, myopia, fear, unhealed generational pain

there is no adjudication. there is no belonging