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Together Project

This blog post is the third in the series inspired by my reflections on the abuse and neglect suffered by people with disabilities. The Together Project is an art collaboration designed to create a safe place for people to discuss their experiences.

For me watching people's creations has made me reflect on my own life experiences.

I know statistically between 85 to 90 % of people with disabilities may experience some form of abuse in their lifetime.

Until recently I would have said that I do not fit into that category but I am speaking up in this blog to demonstrate that abuse can be severe or subtle.

Please read my poem 'Lock Box' to discover my true experience.

For anyone that is interested in getting involved the exhibition will have a space at the 'Having A Say' Conference 2019 because together we can find a way.


Lock Box

A moment in fear all I hear is the ticking of the clocks. 
I have an unhealthy obsession with security; I hide everything in the Lock Box. 
Someone asked me have I ever been abused and I said don't be ridiculous, I am too strong. 
When I look back on it however, I think I might have been wrong. 

I feel safe and protected with my family. But when I venture out, I am surrounded by insecurity. 
I remember at the so called "special school" where I was intimidated and made to feel like a fool. 
Taking my wheelchair out of gear is an act of false imprisonment. 
How many other rules have been bent?

I have done you no harm, then why have your fingers left bruises on my arm?
Punishing me is against the law but I can't say anything until the perpetrator walks out the door.
I feel no respite when I am alone at night. If I say something is wrong, will you make me wait long?
I have many surgical scars but the mental abuse is what leaves the deepest scars. 

Join us together in the Together Project and help me banish my fears and those ticking clocks
So there's no more need for my Lock Box. 

Chris Van Ingen 18/12/18



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