The Gifts Come to Us
Please stop by my blog sometime, it's new yet hopefully will be able to help someone overcome the effects of child abuse trauma. http://stopthestorm.wordpress.com/ My mother suffered a psychotic break while delivering me in 1951 and believed I was not human, that I was the devil's child sent as a curse upon her life. Her abuse of me was continual and pervasive, and lasted from my 1st breath until I left home at 18. My experience and research has convinced me that the Harvard Medical School researchers are correct when they state that severe early child abuse changes the developing brain as it adapts to a malevolent instead of a benevolent world. My blog documents what having a changed brain, nervous system and immune system means for the quality of life for infant abuse and severe child abuse survivors for our entire lifespan, and presents hope for healing.
My parents managed to take the abusive family isolation aspect to extremes and left LA to homestead on an Alaskan mountain. I grew up an expert at dissociation, but the me I got to be when alone outside on the mountain is an amazing person. The me that loved to put things together, to make things, and to discover beauty from the time I was a tiny little girl remained alive and well, through the thousands of beatings and the thousands of days of abuse.
I know through it all that the part of us that is our SELF was always alive and well, somehow, somewhere. But even as I approach my 58th birthday I don't always know that I know who and where that person is. I just have to trust that I am here, always, even at this very instant.
If others who were not abused as infants and young children sometimes have to wonder what their mission in life is, I don't. It has always been to survive and endure, and to somehow find a way to make something extraordinarily useful and beautiful out of the suffering that I went through. Thank you to all of you who put this site together and who read and post here. Thanks
My parents managed to take the abusive family isolation aspect to extremes and left LA to homestead on an Alaskan mountain. I grew up an expert at dissociation, but the me I got to be when alone outside on the mountain is an amazing person. The me that loved to put things together, to make things, and to discover beauty from the time I was a tiny little girl remained alive and well, through the thousands of beatings and the thousands of days of abuse.
I know through it all that the part of us that is our SELF was always alive and well, somehow, somewhere. But even as I approach my 58th birthday I don't always know that I know who and where that person is. I just have to trust that I am here, always, even at this very instant.
If others who were not abused as infants and young children sometimes have to wonder what their mission in life is, I don't. It has always been to survive and endure, and to somehow find a way to make something extraordinarily useful and beautiful out of the suffering that I went through. Thank you to all of you who put this site together and who read and post here. Thanks
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