shadowspires.bsky.social @shadowspires.bsky.social · 31/03/2025His family loved him, they loved him *so much* but they didn’t know how to help him. They didn’t know how to help, when in the middle of playing with his sisters — or dinner, or reading, or footie in the back garden — he would flinch back, cry out; 1180
shadowspires.bsky.social @shadowspires.bsky.social · 31/03/2025 slap a hand to his face, or his arm, or his side and he would *hurt,* and there was nothing they could do to help him. His soulmate was in pain, and nothing had helped. Not recording the phantom injuries and filing with the child welfare office to see if they could find and help 1170
shadowspires.bsky.social @shadowspires.bsky.social · 31/03/2025their boy’s poor heart-twin. Not specialists to see if they could muffle the connection. Not meditation, or thought exercises, or anything. So John grew up hurting, and he grew up *angry.* Martial arts instruction had been the only thing that had helped. 1180
