No matter how many times it was demanded I lighten up, calm down, go with the flow and get over it, I just still did not.
Artificial Indifference Artificial Indifference. Finally—a name for the thing that was sought, feigned, and revered in my family, and later in an equally dysfunctional marriage. I see my younger son…
My older son loves mountain biking—loves it. Sweet Greg introduced him to it and supported him for more than five years. Since buying his current bike, my son has grown…
Recognizing my own trauma has helped me understand how my reactions once served as proof of “insanity” and lack of credibility—for the people who needed me to be seen that…
Me too. Not necessarily hashtag‑MeToo, but “me also”—and sometimes, yes, #metoo. Since I no longer attend live, face‑to‑face 12‑step meetings, this is my meeting. What I always got from in‑person…