Sticks and Stones Can Break My Bones. Words Can Sever Souls.

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    1. My psychiatrist says my ship has already sailed in regards to normalcy, but I have many, many things in my life to be grateful for. So even considering my horrific childhood, my glass is optimistically half full. Preferably of bourbon : )


  1. Oh, Sass Woman – this again just pulls things right out of my past and into the forefront of my trauma. (We’ll bypass the A word here.) Neglect. Dismissiveness. Betrayal. One parent not standing up to the other when things got ugly, just allowing the trauma to continue – or worse yet – allowing others to perpetrate that crap.
    I don’t know that I’ve broken that trend with my kids. I’ve tried. But, as the relationship with my youngest shows, something still isn’t right.
    If I speak to either of my parents about what happened, it’s always “The other one did thus and such.”… Excuse the flaming hell out of me? So that gave you the right to be a coward, a bully, completely disinterested in my needs? What really pisses me off the most about this is simple – even when they’ve died, I’ll still have that pain. It will never go away.

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    1. That’s the most fucked up part of the whole cycle of abuse, LaLa, the denial and anything associated with the parents lives on in the psyche of the abused forever. Only our own eventual death will give us peace from THAT pain. Until then we just muck along as best we can to stay one step ahead of those demons😏

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