How is a spider like a skinned knee?
I’ve used so many metaphors to try to capture, to grasp, to harness, to hold the things I’ve experienced. Spiders, puddles, skinned knees, disinfectant. It’s become almost a game – how to reframe an experience (a hard, painful, confusing experience) into something relatable and approachable. Which metaphor will bridge the widest gaps? Why? What is it about this person that lets them hear me in this way as opposed to another way?
It’s nice to be heard, but sometimes, I have to admit, I get tired. I don’t know, I want to say. But that, metaphorically speaking, only shuts doors.
– K Paige Medina, United States