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An exploration between partners, how past affects future, and the extents of connection.
It’s a delicate thing to confide in one another. I’d like to think everyone would be so kind as to share, to listen, but that’s rarely the truth; rarer yet, is to find someone whose experiences are so intimate with your own.
My partner and I share many a likewise story.
No one presentation will be all-encompassing; these stories and their weight are uniquely our own, but in analyzing our intersecting histories of gender identity, violence, and religion, Things We Couldn’t Say is a communion between one another, you the viewer, and the still weighty past.
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I’ve struggled with an eating disorder since the 6th grade, I was religious at the time, and at night, after saying goodnight to my parents, a preemptive amen was made. Call it sacrilegious, naive, call it pitiful, but those nights were filled with open questions, poised to whoever was listening, asking, praying, promising that I’d do anything to lose the weight. To not be choked by adult-sized shirts, to have some semblance of confidence; I’d pray to the devil, and he kept his promise. There was no fiery hand to shake nor book to sign, I starved myself, and the weight came off.
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