But I grew up in the Cold War, in the former colonies.
So let me tell you what it triggers!
Oh and cotton wool. And suddenly beginning to save the old clothing that is actually absorbant
And this is for people who DO NOT NEED TO FUCKING STOCKPILE life saving medications
But it is also tea and sugar. And powdered milk
And then it is wire cutters. It's wrenches. And screwdrivers.
It is my father's goddamn entire toolkit. Meant for war zones. NOT for bloody fucking London. And the first world
Because I moved here. To London. With its shitty weather and its racism. And its delusional shit. Because it was SAFER
I have the privilege to choose safety. But my fundamental self is PTSDed to kingdom come.
I am not planning for a bullshit 'dig for victory' bullshit. I am planning for genocide, ethnic cleansing, war.
They do what they can to stay alive and keep those they love alive. Those circles change/shrink fast AF
And I have my grab bag. I know what I can take. And all I must leave behind.
And given experiences and memories, I would prefer it were the latter any day
What changes in hostile environment is safety.
And when you have a xenophobic, racist, nativist project backed by BOTH main parties in the country, then you start rethinking not stockpiling but basic safety
It took me years to drop my history and learn to live in London. Without grills, without walls, without the crazy securit shit that I grew up with.
I am now looking at protecting myself against sectarian bullshit, at potentially government sanctioned militants.
But here's the thing: this is NOT a thread about how bad things could get. It is a thread by someone with PTSD who moved to UK because it seemed safe and no longer does!
And so tonight I am grateful for the privilege that may let me leave this country before the killings begin.......
I never thought I would ever need to do that for London