a little place like home
A page in the diary "Wednesday's Child"
Written by vivica 7. Aug 2008 11:14 PM
Today was a long day at uni. I didn't see my friends, even though they told me where they were. I didn't think I could, I felt so distressed and I knew I needed to find someplace quiet to be alone.
My university has a room. One that is never locked, nor is ever allowed to be. It's the "Women's space" or "Womyn's space" depending on how far you want to go. I've always been to scared to go in there, expecting to be met with (real) women telling me it wasn't my place, because I'm just a little girl.
But the door was open and no one was there. I crept inside but didn't dare turn on the lights. I looked around and settled myself in a corner on a lounge in the dark and the quiet and just... was. I don't know how long I was like that, maybe an hour. A girl came in, she didn't see me until she turned on the light. She immediately apologised and turned it off and I recognised her from my classes. I though she was leaving and I asked her not to. She shared her lunch with me and gave me a drink. She hardly let me refuse.
That little room felt like home. I guess I'm not really alone.
Sometimes girls sleep there. There is a doona and cushions on one of the lounges. And it's never locked.
For at least a while I've found somewhere to go, and to be.