In Hitler’s bathtub

If you feel free in the sun you shall be set free. A quote almost taken for granted until you find yourself in Hitler’s bath tub. 

There’s this girl that has been in this bathtub every now and then, the scars that she hides can never be seen by anyone else. When she tells of her ordeal you cringe at the very thought of the experience. Being raped is something not easy to get over but it’s a daily serving dished out by some ‘animals’.

Sometimes she tries to commit suicide but that she thinks this will never let her soul rest especially since her God’s wrath is her biggest fear. So she holds on and smiles when she has too. Sometimes she cuts and sometimes she lies in Hitler’s bath tub and screams underneath the water.

Who are these people who rape and defile children, women, men and the elderly?  Who are they? Who gave birth to them? What went wrong along the way? Why do they do these things? Shall we ever know? Maybe we will?

Shall we kill them all? Shall we poison them or give them a lethal injection one by one? Maybe they should be hanged or slain in a public square? But will it take away the pain, the grief and the self loath or the act itself?

I don’t know but I hope it will. This bathtub is akin to one’s own cell. A cell with just a small window through which to breathe! Once it darkens your door step there’s almost no cure. It’s the most violent of all ways through which a woman’s dignity can be stripped, her innocence robbed and her spirit broken.

I look at her look at herself and feel sad. There is nothing more I can do. Talk is almost cheap! How do therapists do this? Maybe that’s why most of them end up crew ups too. It cannot be easy to relive these people’s lives and try to rationalize their minds into getting over their trumped hearts.

It’s a hard pill to swallow so don’t do it to any one if you cannot bear to sit in Hitler’s Bathtub.

From my heart to yours

Orogot Pamela