Why would a person need to get out of a place they don't know they're trapped in?
She not only does not know that she is there, but everything around her does not stop giving her signs, indicating and permanently showing her that it is her place, the one that corresponds to her. Everything she sees and hears will fix her there. What she does not see or hear, too.
To be in that place that was waiting for you before you were, is to enter without knowing into a pre-existing order that feeds on itself, that reproduces itself without any effort.
From the theoretical and conceptual it is understood, defined and explained as cultural, from the everyday it is experienced as natural...Where would the idea of leaving a place you did not enter come from?
And as if this were not enough to explain why women stay, we can add that there is no other place that awaits her... another place that is there ready to complement that self-rescue... to receive and house her just like that, without further ado.
GET OUT… from outside we can ask, expect, almost demand: “GET OUT!”, but is there where to “GO”?
That place to which the woman goes when, despite everything, she leaves, is a place in continuous individual and collective construction, full of obstacles, permanently rubbled, a complex plot that does not facilitate the exit, in fact, obstructs it and sometimes tries/ manages to return it to the place from which it came.
And so, in this context that doesn't invite, doesn't propose, doesn't wait or facilitate the exit, very minimally stated here, some women go out!!!
Many years ago, I asked myself… "why don't they leave?" and shortly after walking and accompanying women in situations of violence, the question turned to "how do they do to leave?"
I deeply celebrate the rebellion and strength of all of them, they are all, those who go out and those who don't... because going out has its times, going out
starts much earlier than what we see from the outside... and probably never ends...
Let's be part of this construction of the place to GO, GO GOING, LET'S GO!
(long live the gerunds!)
Andrea Palacios
Why would a person need to get out of a place they don't know they're trapped in?
She not only does not know that she is there, but everything around her does not stop giving her signs, indicating and permanently showing her that it is her place, the one that corresponds to her. Everything she sees and hears will fix her there. What she does not see or hear, too.
To be in that place that was waiting for you before you were, is to enter without knowing into a pre-existing order that feeds on itself, that reproduces itself without any effort.
From the theoretical and conceptual it is understood, defined and explained as cultural, from the everyday it is experienced as natural...Where would the idea of leaving a place you did not enter come from?
And as if this were not enough to explain why women stay, we can add that there is no other place that awaits her... another place that is there ready to complement that self-rescue... to receive and house her just like that, without further ado.
GET OUT… from outside we can ask, expect, almost demand: “GET OUT!”, but is there where to “GO”?
That place to which the woman goes when, despite everything, she leaves, is a place in continuous individual and collective construction, full of obstacles, permanently rubbled, a complex plot that does not facilitate the exit, in fact, obstructs it and sometimes tries/ manages to return it to the place from which it came.
And so, in this context that doesn't invite, doesn't propose, doesn't wait or facilitate the exit, very minimally stated here, some women go out!!!
Many years ago, I asked myself… "why don't they leave?" and shortly after walking and accompanying women in situations of violence, the question turned to "how do they do to leave?"
I deeply celebrate the rebellion and strength of all of them, they are all, those who go out and those who don't... because going out has its times, going out
starts much earlier than what we see from the outside... and probably never ends...
Let's be part of this construction of the place to GO, GO GOING, LET'S GO!
(long live the gerunds!)
Andrea Palacios