Invisible Abuses: Emotional Abuse

Something needs to be said for psychological, verbal, and emotional abuse. These forms of abuse are rarely easy to see. For example, if a person is being physically abused, they sometimes get bruises or cuts. With psychological, verbal, and emotional abuse, the effects are invisible on the outside (in the physical sense). The scars that these forms…

Broken stone

Regarding PTSD

When I was growing up, I only ever understood post-traumatic stress disorder as a thing that I heard about in the news or on the radio, something that war veterans came back with. I wasn’t entirely sure was the ins and outs of the disorder were, but they didn’t sound very pleasant. Jumping at loud…

The Friend

The biggest factor in predicting resiliency (the ability to move on from childhood trauma) for the children of addicts (COAs) is whether they had some support in their early life either from another compassionate adult or a friend that they could confide in.* If the COA had a supportive person in their life, they are more likely…

School supplies.

After School

I somehow always got the sense that I was different (not normal, at least). Even when I was a young child, people would compliment me, tell my parents what a mature, responsible, and respectful young girl I was. I liked being complimented and my parents liked having their method of parenting complimented as well. I…

An elephant's eye.

An Elephant in the Livingroom

In the book on adult children of alcoholics After the Tears: Helping Adult Children of Alcoholics Heal Their Childhood Trauma by Middelton-Moz and Dwinell, the alcoholism or dysfunction in a family is referred to as the “elephant in the living room” which I find to be a very apt description. There is this elephant living in the…

A broken mirror.

My Virtual Escape and the Mirror

I played video games quite a bit as a kid, especially several MMORPGs (massively multiplayer online roleplaying games, for you non-gamers). It was an escape for me where I could be someone else in another world and another life. These games were a place where I was actually someone who mattered, where people cared about…

On Being Normal

I guess I never knew what normal was growing up. I thought I was a normal kid with a normal life and normal friends, but that changed as I began to grow older. At night, my father and I would have a ritual of watching television together, usually around 7 or 8 PM and before…