Tonight, my father and I talked about complex PTSD, my experience with it, and the latest on my family and our journey of late.
I’m not sure how to tell him he has suffered abuse, too, although some things he’s said he seems to understand this on some level.
JOR-EL: The Kryptonian prophecy will be at last fulfilled. The son becomes the father – the father becomes the son.
I am one with my father. Our struggles are now acknowledged to be intertwined. But it is not so… elegant as Jor-El and Kal-El becoming one. We are united in our pain (and I could sense it for so many years).
United in abuse.
My friend Bobbi Parish told me last night that his immune disorders, the pancreatitis, and so on– are marks of long-term abuse. Abuse from his father, my grandfather, who beat him when he spasmed in the night, not knowing what else to do. Abuse from my mother and her parents, my grandparents, who witheringly disapproved of him for many, many years. And more… more I am probably unaware of consciously.
I see abuse as a corruption to our natural weaknesses, marinating in fear, hatred, and…
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