trigger warnings

Some of the websites I visit, of the pages I follow sprinkle trigger warnings on most of their content.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about them.

The intention is good, obviously. And I suppose they don’t hurt. But what sparks strong emotions when one is going through difficult times is so unforeseeable.

A sesame seed. Suddenly reminding me of the one that had fallen in Paul’s ear. He seemed to always wake to breastfeed when we were just about to eat. And I was often too hungry to wait.

A sesame seed.
Trigger warning : invokes memories of blissful times with your baby.

Others are more obvious: babies, photos of babies, people talking about babies, conversations about the not so pleasant aspects of parenthood (I want to yell back at them)…

But what can I do? These days, everything is a potential trigger. Life needs a trigger warning.

trying to translate « au creux de la vague »

for my friends in Louisiana and elsewhere…

The pain of grief, like the pain of contractions, comes and goes.

At times, it slowly fades away, then returns all of a sudden without warning. Catching me, taking me. Gripping my stomach before I completely understand what the trigger is.

The striped sailor shirt, worn by another little boy.
The smell of Paul’s cousin’s neck.
A glimpse of the face of a future dad, carefree.
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