What a powerful post from my friend, Jill. Thank you for your courage in sharing this as well as the transparency in your words.
Please visit her site and reach out with your support. It’s always an honor to meet such brave people.
I didn’t know I had Complex PTSD until I was 36 years old. I deliberately turned off my trauma – tossed it, pretended it never happened – when Social Services removed my sister and I from our mother’s custody and placed us with our newly sober and forever ex-criminal father. We never talked about our mother except when our step-mother would ask us about her. She apparently thought mother was a bigger part of our consciousness and hearts than she was. At 10, I just wanted to pretend this pretty, stable, non-abusive stepmother was my real mother. And that was it.
I met my soulmate when I was 17. He was 25. We had the instant connection you would expect of soulmates and saw the world and everything in it from the same vantage point. I realized too late that this was because I had been abused, neglected and abandoned…
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