I came into the family as the youngest, with a tightly wound nervous system and a way of taking in the world that was unusually sensitive—to sensory and emotional input,…
Whatever is said or believed about me does not change what was said and done. I keep coming back to the possibility that the golden child can become a protected…
In 2008, I visited North Carolina for a therapy session with my mother and sister. It went poorly. Tragically. Since, we each showed up with the intent to assess only…
Ten years ago, around my son’s birthday, I was already trying to name something I did not yet fully understand. I sent my original email privately to my mother and…