I decided I was worth something. I was worth boundaries and respect. It was the day I told my parents that I’d no longer have anything to do with them
My mother had an aversion to relaxation. Probably because any form of stillness left her alone with her thoughts for too long. But she’d tolerate the zoo.
When my sisters and I were kids, my parents needed to use some creative thinking to make us eat our veggies — especially Brussels sprouts.
I really like Harry Potter. So much so that I even wrote an essay on the series for my Children’s Literature Class at uni — I got a good mark for it, too! I always joke that Harry and Ron even attended my graduation in Glasgow (see picture). So being the enthusiastic reader of the books that […]
This week, that memory came back to me. Not because the hashtag triggered me necessarily, but because I was very hesitant to add my #metoo.
Not only did I receive a compliment, I received a compliment from someone she was still trying to impress AND who was a professional in this field…
My mother FORBIDS my father (who is supposed to be an adult, I rush to point out) to eat ice cream. So, here is what he does to get his way
All survivors have those types of triggers. In fact, sometimes it can be a smell, or a song, or seeing someone in the street who looks just like our abuser.
The very idea that you might be busy when they call upon you is beyond a toxic person. The whole world revolves around them, after all.
The drive for perfection means the toxic person focuses all their attention and effort on the exterior, but they are people of little emotional substance