A little thought given to this.
This is Mental Health awareness month. I’m here to tell you a bit of my story. My story is one of many. Children die every day from the likes of what I suffered, and if they survive? Well, they turn out like me. My difficulties are not biological or of character flaws. My neurophysiology is the result of inadvertent training. I learned to survive from the moment I was born. Every second was a question of do I step this way or that? Do I run or stand pat? Can I breathe or should I hold my breath?
The rage on my mother’s face always twisted my torment with fear. By an early age, I had learned to temper my fear by dissociating. I floated my mind away from my body’s associations and drowned my fear with oblivion. But I had to squeak out a bit to assure my mother…
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