Openings might stutter out, there may be multiple opening, intertwined. These are raw texts, editing will follow after interweaving.

You are dropped into life like you are being dropped onto an uncharted battlefield. It just happens, no time to prepare, no strategies to plan, no protective clothing or weapons, just a naked screaming you, ushered, even forced, through someone else’s protestations, into life.

 

That’s if you are very lucky.

 

You are aware you are causing trauma even before your descent begins, you hear the noises around you echoed in the beating of your own heart. You hear the groans and screams and rallying cries from unfamiliar voices, all speaking a language utterly foreign to you.

 

You have to start somewhere, so you start with a ripping. You are both ripped out of, and you are the ripper, rending your way towards life or death, or ideally both, you are the traumatised and that bringer of trauma. Again, this would be the ideal situation, the best possible route and outcome, but there can be complications too; that once more unto that breach assault. You aren’t even aware, yet, that you have a tendency towards doing things arse-backwards, and you have no awareness of the outsize of your own head, that bringer of future trauma. You are frighteningly unaware that these walls cannot be breached with a backwards ramming. You are unschooled, and no one ever sets out to be an inverted battering ram.

 

You have no idea during this rending, that the host, which is seemingly so violently rejecting you, is an entity called a mother, you are only aware that you are being aggressively sundered from the only safety you have ever known.

 

Done