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.
December 26, 2013 at 21:51
I’m sorry to say that the club to which you belong is neither pleasant nor exclusive. However, we’re strong, and we’re survivors. Our experiences have made stronger, better people of us. In short, no matter what happened in your past, in your present, you are loved.
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December 26, 2013 at 22:00
http://blackboxwarnings.wordpress.com/2013/12/17/the-silence-is-deafening/comment-page-1/#comment-11374
I am suppressing the urge to sob uncontrollably right now… stuffing and numbness isn’t good, but, I don’t want to upset our daughter right at this moment.
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December 26, 2013 at 22:07
Amen.
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December 27, 2013 at 13:32
I hadn’t seen this post in my reader, thanks for reblogging, I am off to read now…
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