I’m still struggling to articulate my experience as well as Rachel (Calamity Rae) has so far, but this really is the issue that started me blogging 10 years ago… the many years of crushing abuse. I was just beginning to understand my “Good Boy” image, why I would feel a swell of smoldering rage rise up within me from the depths when women complained about men in general, or told men-bashing jokes. It was the beginning of realizing that what my mother and grandmother did was not normal, right, or fair. My story is different, but, so, so, very much that I can relate to here. Also, some clarity. Complex PTSD. I’d never heard of that before. But it fits.