Unpushing the Panic Button
Companion Piece to “Consent: The Path In and Out”
By Turtle (written November 23, 2022)
I’m sitting in the corner of the stacks
Heavy mahogany shelving reaching into the clouds of my mind
Ladders cling, fragilely skimming my imagination as it cavorts among authors and genres.
My eyes stray over the edge of my latest conquest…dragons and mummies and mimes oh my
To my dreams in reality—flesh and blood, cloth and leather.
Sandy, semi-pulled-back hair, some trailing
Their jawline as they nibble errantly on a pencil.
Unknowing I’m watching…again.
Unknowing of my very existence.
I doubt I deserve someone so awesome.
If they turn out to be fantastic…
“How can they be anything but amazing?” I ask myself
As I paint graceful fairy wings on their back.
Do wolves fly? They look like a cute fluffy wolf.
Perhaps a wolf with wings is weird.
I watch their throat move serpentine as they swallow from their water bottle.
What would it feel like if they swallowed me?
They stand. Oh no.
Turn my way.
I scooch down. Folding myself on the hardwood chair.
They walk down the row I’m seated at the end of.
I can’t breathe.
I freeze.
TERROR POURS INTO ME.
What if they saw me?
What if they are going to tell me to stop staring and violating their space?
I’m going to throw up!
I feel dizzy!
Maybe I will pass out!
PAUSE. BREATHE.
They are facing away from me
Searching the shelf for a specific book.
It’s worse than rejection.
They don’t even see me.
I’m invisible.
Thoughts spiral wildly in an endless, infinite moment.
They pull an enormous dusty tome.
“Oof!” I hear as I drop my head to hide behind my hair.
A large intake of breath and they exhale to blow the dust off the book.
BOOF!
Wheeze! Cough!
I’m hacking like a cat with a hairball!
“OMG are you ok?”
“Inhaler…” I gasp while blindly fumbling with the front pouch of my green backpack.
They gently remove the bag from my grasping fingers and pull out my inhaler
Assembling it with its spacer properly in a blink.
“Here.”
Hiss. Suuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk. (HOLD) Huuuuuuuuhhhhhh.
Hiss. Suuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk. (HOLD) Huuuuuuuuhhhhhh.
A tear runs down my cheek as the horrible feeling of being unable to breathe eases.
Their warm palm cups my face.
My eyes widen as I flick them up.
I’m making eye contact.
Direct eye contact.
They are green looking into my blue and they don’t look away.
I forget to breathe.
What is air anyway?
Their thumb lightly brushes away my tear
The trail of wetness slowly dries as my face begins to warm.
Still, they look into my eyes.
How long has it been?
When will they move?
When will the catastrophic rejection occur?
Can we just get it over with?
I want to scream and run and maybe change schools—
“I See you,” they say.
Not little “s” see but big capital “S” See.
“Take a breath.”
So I do.
“Shall we go for a walk?”
I nod.
They help me gather my belongings like we’ve done it many times before.
They hold out their hand to me.
I look at it.
“It’s ok. I don’t bite unless you ask me to!” they say with a wicked little grin.
I watch my hand reach out of its own accord and grasp theirs.
I feel like for the first time I’ve given my consent instead of having it taken.
Relief washes over me.
I feel safe.
I follow them out of the deep twilight shadows of the library where I hide
Into the sunlight sliding through the cherry blossoms.
Today my dreams are real.
The fear blows away.