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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.

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Abuse in the Oval: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me

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Abuse Trigger: Bread in Coffee
Abuse Trigger: Bread in Coffee

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.)

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Abuse Trigger: Bread in Coffee

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My side: dialogue
My side: dialogue

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Abuse in the Round: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, and Me
Abuse in the Round: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, and Me

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.

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Abuse in the Round: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me

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Abuse Trigger: Cookie in Milk
Abuse Trigger: Cookie in Milk

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.)

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Abuse Trigger: Cookie in Milk