My name is Jordan Apetagon. I am a survivor of the intergenerational trauma of residential schools. I am a child of survivors. At one point, I was a product of this broken system, a damaged environment that was haunted by the memory of the residential schools. Both of my parents were in residential schools-my father was a part of the 60's scoop. My story actually begins long before i was ever born; because every aspect of my life was impacted by the schools, from my home, my family, my upbringing to the community I was immersed in. I was a living, breathing, walking example of the damage the residential school caused. As a child, my primary focus was on taking care of my mother. My mother was a raging alcoholic. I spent countless evenings drowning in a haze of cigarette and marijuana smoke, only to awaken to the sounds of fighting, arguments and drunken hysterics in the early morning. I would wake up before school, send people who were passed out around our house home, I would clean up the broken beer bottles and cook breakfast for my mother before I left for my day-at the age of 8. I didn't know what this 'beer' was at the time but I could see how it made my parents change. They became angry, they became sad, it's like it brought out all the pain they felt on the inside and for a moment became completely and utterly defenseless against it. I didn't realize it, but what I was witnessing was the pain they carried with them from the residential schools. Chaos was normal to me.
Doors - 5:00pm
Show -7:00pm
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