Category: Childhood Trauma
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When childhood trauma finally makes sense I’d describe myself as one of life’s thinkers; a bit of an intellectual as well (without trying to sound too ego or snooty). By this I mean that a huge part of my life is about being curious and critical. I love exploring complex or abstract concepts, and getting…
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I’m not sure whether I’ve always been like this, but one thing’s for sure; midlife has brought my struggles with the polar opposites of impulsivity and indecision into sharp focus. I’ve always thought I’m well attuned to intuition, using it as a handy early warning system for life’s more minor challenges; from navigating friendships to which colour jacket to buy. It’s…
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No one really knows another person, do they? Of course, we all present an acceptable version of ourselves to the world, otherwise society would look very different. But if you’re neurodivergent, there’s another dimension; you’ll likely be highly skilled at the game of public vs private persona known as masking. Peeling back the layers of…
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‘I really don’t want to go poking around in my past, it will only cause more upset and harm, and I can’t see the point of it. Plus I’m too old and it’s too late now’. (Always my favourite excuse that one) This is me, talking to my eldest daughter; a therapy advocate and relatively…
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I had often wondered why my parents christened me so late; not as a baby, but as a strapping 4-year-old. I’d already started nursery school, wearing my favourite tartan dress and scratchy mustard tights most days. I must have asked my parents about it all, but no one ever seemed to want to answer. The…