Survival

Someone asked me the other day how I survived with mom and my answer is simple; my dad’s aunts, Uncle Ben and Aunt Evelyn and my beloved Aunt Dot. Today, though, I was thinking of Uncle Ben. I wasn’t allowed to meet him until I was seven or eight and then we would go outContinue reading “Survival”

Five years in the cleaning

This has been five years in the cleaning. I realized, early on in therapy, I keep the couch a mess because I could keep people away. It went much deeper and involved abuse by my Grandfather but that was it. Tonight I also realized it involved my mom in that I wasn’t allowed to doContinue reading “Five years in the cleaning”