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A couple years ago I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) caused by a violent childhood. This is my journey, not to 'normal' but to 'ME.'
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Vague Recollections (II)
(Image created at http://becomeanmm.com)I had a vague memory the other day. Just sort of, there.We used to walk to A.J. Bayless, a grocery store in Arizona. If you got separated from your parents, yo...
The Cats of My Life: Cleo
Cleo was a white cat with gray spots. The white on her forehead happened to form the first initial of my mother’s name, so she loved that. We had been mourning the loss of Yentl for a while and, exc...
My Father
Salvador Dali's "Persistence of Memory"I haven’t spoken of him much, because I don’t know much about him really. Maybe I should go about this the same way I did with my mother’s stories.He had...
Happy Memories - The Garden
There was a time, I think it was while I was in high school, that at least economically there was stability. My mother had bought a house and it had a small backyard and grapevines. Most houses in tha...
Vague Recollections
There was a time when my brother and I were close friends. We would go down to a field near our house in Arizona and chase the jackrabbits around the brush. He was a cactus magnet. There is one specie...
Ruminations
Anchise Picchi's "The Mother"Was there a conscious point, a revelation, a moment when I realized that my mother’s kisses couldn’t heal me anymore? And worse, when did I realize she was the main a...
Happy Memories
Here are two I remembered the other day:One:I forgot why, but my brother, mother, and I were running toward the doorway. We lived on the second floor of an apartment building. We were in a happy mood,...
Slice of My Past - Living in a Garage
For a while when I was younger we lived in a camper inside a garage. When I started to remember that time period, I wanted to verify if it was true or not. I spent a few minutes online and found an ad...
The Last Word
Photo from http://commons.wikimedia.orgAh, the things in childhood you never forget. The power of the last word was such a pain in the ass my entire life. It was insisted that only ‘the mother’...
Recognizing Happy Times
This is something my therapist wants me to work on, the ability to recognize happy times in my past (as well as, of course, the present). She doesn't want me to always dwell on the negative, but to s...