Across my closest relationships—mother, sister, husband, children—harm was never something to repair. It wasn’t acknowledged as harm at all, but reframed as my perception, my fault, my failure. Peace was…
An Ordinary Moment, a Trauma Response My lived experience offered no assurance that I—or anything—would be okay. At a subconscious level, I suspected I might have less trouble if I…
Stonewalling breaks me. Stonewalling breaks me. I don’t bounce back from it. But I’ve repeatedly and predictably returned for more. Hopefully, for the last time. The silent treatment and banishment…
Growing up highly sensing neurodivergent, I wasn’t seen as struggling — I was seen as willful and defiant, seeking control and attention with my needs. Survival meant submission — something I…