Narrative: My mom had me bring over food to a neighbor who was abusing me. The day after I brought him pickled pigs' feet, he died. I invite participants to read the dialogue (on the bottoms of the sculptures) with someone aloudf.
Abuse in the Oval: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me
Narrative: He'd dip his bread in coffee. A soggy perversion. Just seeing childlike cookies dipped in milk now triggers my abuse. And yet - I am - in the here and now - a survivor - breathing in and out - And I am free. (When I was a child, an elderly neighbor sexually abused me. He'd dip his bread in soup, etc.)
Abuse Trigger: Bread in Coffee
Narrative: My mom had me bring over food to a neighbor who was abusing me. The day after I brought him pickled pigs' feet, he died.
Abuse in the Round: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me
Narrative: A cookie dipped in milk will not be an abuse trigger because I am a survivor, not a victim. (When I was a child, an elderly neighbor sexually abused me. He'd dip his bread in soup, etc.)