I spoke these words in front of a group of people, strangers in a drama therapy workshop, because this man here, David Read-Johnson, asked me to.
I wasn't acting. I meant it. The words were like thorns in my mouth, and tumbled out with blood and tears.
Everyone said it. Some people described their crimes in a language only they could understand. My body spoke in a language only it could understand. I cried so much! I wasn't prepared. I went to his workshop as a therapist, not a client.
- Why was it so painful to say this?
- Was the pain in the speaking, or the being heard?
