How come I managed to completely jump to conclusions THREE TIMES this week, each tragic and comical time resulting in me crying and waves of sadness?
Years ago, I attended a house party. Sat around, we started talking about racism. As the only BAME person in the room, I believed myself an authority.
Nobody deals well with rejection and abandonment. If you've suffered from childhood trauma and CPTSD, there's additional hurdles to conquer.
Being grateful to our parents has nothing to do with the fact we crave their approval to an unhealthy degree. Are you scared of their rejection?
I am part of a generation that feels abandoned. Picture a child, left alone all day with other children, and then left alone all alone. Resenting the parents it was gifted, because they were no parents at all.And thus was their role; I was born to call my mother by her first name. Now, when... Continue Reading →