• Daddy Scratches

    Trauma is relative. Therapy taught me that, too. I used to joke that I was a basket case because of my childhood … but I didn’t mean it, because, hell, I hadn’t been physically or sexually abused.

    The more therapy I went through, the more I realized I really am a basket case because of my childhood. The worst part of your childhood is as significantly bad to you as the worst part of anyone else’s childhood is to them. I still have trouble owning that … but I suppose the alternative is denial. I’m not down with denial. You know, unless one of my parents is actually in the same room as me.

    Hang in there, Heather.

  • edenland

    For you, right now this second.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZB-WAG9lSY

  • NHMaman

    I’m so sorry you’re there with that specter.

    My husband had a belittling, alcoholic mother and learned to lie, to be passive, to avoid conflict, to distrust, and to avoid deep, meaningful communication. Often when conflict erupts or during challenging times, a 10-year-old specter lives in our house, too. Therapy has helped him see that coping skills that worked okay as a child are disastrous within our marriage, but it’s a work in progress.

    We don’t have to live with that scared ten-year-old forever, thankfully. I hope your bad days become fewer and fewer.

  • Squeetthang

    I can’t say much of anything different than everyone above has said…but just know this is one more person thinking about you…

  • suesheeme

    Bad days, during the hardest of times. Please hang in there. I think about you every day, and am rooting for you.

  • kristanhoffman

    :/

    The good thing about bad days is that they end. Every morning is new. Actually, every second is new. Perhaps you can embrace that. Fill up whatever moments you need to with your grief and pain and trauma, and then let them go. You don’t have to carry them with you. The past does not dictate the future.

  • cynsmith

    and another person holding you in prayer.

  • Ghanimatrix

    Heather – I rarely comment, but this post made me want to. I was in therapy for years and years before I finally realized that I had spent my whole life being the person my parents told me I was. Even though I thought I wasn’t. One day I finally opened my eyes and I could see the outline of that person who was never good enough and who was mean and who was selfish and I could finally see that I had been crammed the real me into that pigeonhole for my whole damn life. I was in therapy to fight my way out of there and it turns out I was never there to begin with. That 10 year old girl was my real self, before all the bullshit that made me believe I was someone else. What a sense of relief it was – that horrible person I thought I was and I thought I had to fix was never me. It was kind of like being reborn. Maybe that 10 year old girl just wants to tell you who she really is.

  • Katja

    you’ll get there, you’ll get there, you’ll get there.
    keep going, keep going, keep going.

    sending you love & light & warmth from munich. even though it’s 6 degrees over here and i have very little warmth to spare. ;)

  • ladygray

    sending you love Heather. heaps and heaps of love. “…tomorrow is another day” (Scarlett O’Hara got a lot of things wrong, but about that she was absolutely right.)

    hugs.

  • Missybeme

    I have no great words of wisdom to share. Only to say thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us…”the internet”.
    There were days, not long ago, I did was in that same dark grey place. You can get through it and you will get through it.

  • lisdom

    Like you, I didn’t get around to admitting some of the shittier parts of my childhood until recently. In therapy, it felt good to tell somebody that I hated being poor, that I resented having to babysit my brothers all the time because mom and dad were barely paying the bills, and that I’m kind of pissed off that my parents never really encouraged me to excel academically or participate in any kind of extra-curricular activities like piano, dance, sports, etc.

    I think many of us get so hung up on not being able to admit things about our childhood b/c we get sucked into the trap that others had it worse, that our story isn’t unique, that we know our parents aren’t/weren’t perfect. And while all those things may be true, we all still experienced our childhoods on our own and felt the intense feelings that we didn’t know what to do with.

  • Meranath

    Breathe, babe. Remember to breathe.

    Also, as I was scrolling through I misread and thought someone said they wished you 6 orgies.

  • Plano Mom

    For me it was different. No clue it was going to happen, and then BAM. I’m the first kid in school with divorced parents. My Dad never raised his voice, my Mom always appeared to be happy. But apparently they weren’t. Wish I could tell you about your 10-year-old, but mine just wanted to be noticed and loved for who she was, as if she was amazing even in her imperfection.

  • ohmissyme

    your heartache breaks my heart. i’ve been a follower for years now and the news of what is going on with you and hubs just blew me away. you are so strong and you have so much going for you. i know this is a troubling time, but don’t forget that you have people, who even though you’ve never met, feel for you and are here to support you.

    thank you for continuing to post, sharing your stories and being real and open. you are the type of blogger i aspire to be.

    thank you.
    xoxo missy.

  • kageysea

    I too was deathly afraid of my Father. I still am. He is a very quiet man and I have always found him hard to approach and not knowing what to say. No abuse or anything but it has affected my adulthood nonetheless.
    Now I find myself a parent. I have a 17 year old special needs (brain injured) girl and I have been standing around the corner holding my head in my hands just like you described. Too many times to count. I was taught a few years ago by a gentle soul how to deal with her tirades and behaviors and not get upset. It was a very hard change for me and continues to be hard to enact. It has worked though. I was taught to not show emotion when dealing with a fit or tirade. Just make a decision and say it once and then enact that decision. If the fit continues there are consequences. No emotion but enact the consequence. It took some time a couple of weeks of hell, but it changed miraculously. She came to expect how I was going to react just as she had expected me to freak out and yell. Until I yelled she wasn’t comfortable. Now she knows I mean what I say and if she doesn’t obey there will be a consequence. No threat, there will be a consequence. It seemed very harsh to me at first. It was really hard but she has learned to deal with things herself instead of having me freak out about it and take over her stress. She gets to keep the stress of not finding her ‘jumprope’. I show her tons of love after these things come up. The harsh feeling goes away when I am able to hug her and love her. She knows I love her and that my decisions are just a part of how things work around here.
    I don’t know why I shared that. It was the first thing I thought of after reading your description of your bad day. Good luck. I’m sending good thoughts your way. I hope they help.

  • Indiana Lori

    To the 8 year old me who is hiding in the dark by the cold front door, having hid the car keys so her Father, who is busy screaming he’s leaving for good this time at a Mother who should let him go…I hug her tight. I tell her it’s OK, and that in the end, it all works out just fine. As an adult, people can leave, but they can’t abandon her.

    I give her a kiss, let her know her future is filled with light and love, and I tuck her back in bed. And then I parent my children to the best of my ability so that they’ll at least have different stories to tell their therapists.

    Sending you light and love as well.

  • cgeorge1

    I am so sorry you are going through all of this. Know that you have the love and support of this complete stranger.

  • full contact knitter

    I was never abused sexually or physically. For me, the “army crawl” was around my mother. And it is weird to have someone tell you it’s still considered trauma. My little self is still angry, obstinate, loveable and confused. We’re still getting to know each other.

    After many years of therapy, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it. I see people, kids and parents no matter the ages, and it’s like being an alien on another planet, here to observe and send back a full report on love and relationships.

    Keep talking, keep thinking, even when it hurts. We’re here for you, a hundred thousand warm hands to gently hold you, hug you, tell you it’s okay, to rub your back or your head, or whatever it is that you want the most, that the ten year old inside wants the most. . Just keep going.

  • Janice

    holding space for you….

  • eyemom3

    Something I have found helpful, is to think of each day (and sometime each event within a day) as a Grab Bag. You never know what you will be getting, and sometimes you get crap, but there are always more bags to open and some of them are going to be the most awesome things imaginable :) – wishing you and your family nothing but the best

  • RacerDog

    ((hugs)) Life is not easy, but it is good. You will get through this too.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIkwpg23goc&feature=artist

  • Coyote

    I hid from my dad, too. Because he belittled everything I said, did, felt, thought, believed in or behaved like. Every.little.thing. I’m assuming that’s where I learned that it’s better to hide who I really am, in order to avoid further soul-sucking criticism. I’m also quite gifted at morphing myself into whatever is needed to avoid conflict/confrontation.

    Thank god I was able to parent my own kids with tons of love, respect and appreciation for the incredible individuals they are. Which benefited both them and me.

    And now I’m working on re-parenting myself. Sounds like you are too. Good on ya, Heather. May blessings abound.

  • Aza

    I sent you an email with something helpful you can try. Hugs

  • Pixie

    I sigh with you. Acknowledge your ten-year-old self that’s hanging around. She might just start to communicate with you….