The last five years have been a mix of emotions, a bit of a roller coaster ride. After the moving incident with my parents, my family slowly pushed me further away. I still don’t know what I did to deserve it. Since when is supporting your parents’ health such a terrible, repulsive thing? I never … More Family Estrangement – Continued
The sexual abuse I suffered as a child took away from me the most valuable and special thing a woman can experience – motherhood. The depression I felt after my son was born grew rapidly and I completely fell apart. I didn’t really understand what PTSD was at the time. Hell, I don’t think even … More Motherhood Lost
When I was 18 years old, a couple months after a bad breakup with a guy that was somewhat emotionally abusive, I met Dave. He was the cousin of my best friend’s boyfriend, which my friend and I thought that was so damn cool. Dave wasn’t extremely handsome but he was incredibly nice. After feeling torn … More A Teen Pregnancy
One PTSD symptom of survivors of incest is to forget or repress memories of their abuse. Up until about 5 years ago, I have to admit I never understood this. How can those awful, terrible images just disappear from the mind? I feel differently now though, as I have come to realize two separate memory … More When Memory Fails
I have never found anyone who truly understood me. I have to explain the events of my life before I can even begin to explain who I am, where I have been, and who I hope to become. I am a survivor! I am no longer a victim. I have survived unspeakable things and lived … More A Split Response to Abusers
Looking back, it’s hard to tell exactly where things started to go wrong with my son. Ryan and I were so close when he was younger. I have so many fond memories of us together. When he was a toddler, he would wake up before me and go lay on the couch to watch cartoons. … More Estrangement From My Son
You would think that after 30-or-so years, I would have already experienced all the effects of childhood sexual abuse and PTSD. However, two new symptoms have recently surfaced and both were in response to my brother’s post on Facebook (see my post: “A Step Backwards in Healing” earlier this month). His post completely negated what he … More When New CPTSD Symptoms Develop
In describing my sisters, in all fairness to them, I have to describe myself as well. The person I am now is a long story for another time, so let me start with how I used to be, pre family estrangement. I was the youngest by far, 12 years between my brother and I, 8 … More A Word About Me
I need to briefly describe my previous relationship with my other sister, Sandy, from before it fell apart. Although there was one main cause, there was also some smaller moments that led up to our estrangement. Sandy seemed to suffer from the very common “middle-sister” syndrome. She was often in Sharon’s shadow while at the same time … More From Sisters to Enemies – Part 2
It amazes me how many things are inter-twined in life. Although I have not explained it all yet, I have dealt with and moved on from my family estrangement, although my son’s is still very present and we are working on possibly rebuilding our relationship. That part is hard though because I know even if … More Why I Blog
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