Say Something: Final Pt. The Worth of Saying Something—For me there is no crusader, knight, or rescue. But being a victim doesn’t keep me from being crusader, knight, and rescue for others.
My father could raise his voice when he was angry or lecturing but he also knew how to whisper so quietly and secretly to me that no one in the room knew the terrible things he spoke to me.
Say Something: Pt 3 The Worth of Voice—Suddenly, I turn, back to the door. I have never felt so alone and helpless or that the world is so large and scary. For the first time, I see this huge world beyond my family. It isn’t safe.
My childhood story isn't spell-binding, but I am pretty sure it was on par with other students. I was just another student in a sea of students ...
As with listening to music, physical and emotional pain both have the power to be so loud for so long they affect your hearing it anymore. Pain is powerful. Pain has volume.
You can Google all sorts of information on PTSD and lesser on Complex PTSD, but what is harder to sort out is what it is like on a personal level.
I stand in the aisle, facing a small wall of Father's Day cards. I am still a kid, so Mother's Day and Father's Day cards seem mandatory. The card makers haven't made it easy for kids, living in homes like mine--abusive, demeaning, depressing. Despite my environment, I have some scruples, so I can't give a …