About me..

If you have been following me, you will notice that I changed my site name from “The Invisible Child” to “Siren’s Call”.  Some may be wondering “why?”

First, it is important to know that I am struggling with alot in my life right now, which was the sole purpose for this blog.  Though I hoped their was someone out there who would read what I had to say, I just needed to write it.  


Second, I am a creative person so I deal with things better when I can write or work with my hands.  What does this have to do with the title change?  I’ll tell you. 

“The invisible child” represented only that dark side of me so I never felt like I was able to write anything else.  Though, I write better when I am wrought with pain, I do have other ideas and thoughts to share.  “Siren’s Call” will represent everything I need to say or want to say and the title is just as it says.  It is a call for a listener. I hope those who follow me will continue to and I hope those who are reading this for the first time will enjoy what they are in for.  Take care, everyone.  
Siren

Forgotten child

“You forgot me”

Raelynne sighed as tears began to grace her face.

“It was an accident, ” her mother tried to assure her.

She turned her back to her mother, and shook her head wearily. As she walked up to her room, she whispered softly to herself, “I don’t believe you”.

Raelynne flopped face first into her pillows and sheets as the stream of tears broke through the damn that was her eyes.

She lay silently, closed off from the rest of the world as she wondered,

“Am I invisible?”

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~Siren Cay

SirenCay: The Invisible Child

Invisible. Routinely, that is what I feel like in this world. With only one friend and a family who never notices me, invisible seems like a proper fit. Don’t you think? You are probably wondering why I feel this way and how it all started. Well let me tell you, it has been going on for quite some time and I can bet there are kids, maybe even teens and adults like me who feel the same. I call myself “The invisible child”.

 

29999dcd66b4814007f673de76e7c3fb           Living with two successful younger siblings is no picnic especially when you’re the one with the disability. This is mostly when I ask myself “Do they think I’m broken? Are they ashamed of me? Or “Am I not worth being proud of when I do something I couldn’t do before?” These questions often plague my mind in my family because unless I do something wrong, bad, or don’t do something I was asked to do then I am not worth time in my parents eyes or so it looks that way to me.

“Hey, I know that feeling. Do you have any advice on how to deal with it?” For those who know exactly what I’m talking about, I’m sorry. The truth is I am still stuck myself.   Why is it okay for parents to deny that they are treating you a certain way? Why is it okay for parents or people in general to make you feel like your thoughts and feelings do not matter because you are different?

~SirenCay

Pc: Invisible child by Tove Jansson