It wasn’t until my late 30’s that the term PTSD was used to describe what was happening to me. It clicked and made sense. Finally a path to some peace. Every day a little better, wiser, stronger. Along with the victories, the realization it will always be a part of my existence. Complex PTSD is more recently called Developmental PTSD. Most of what happened to me I don’t recall. My abuser was supposed to be my nurturer. Luckily she died when I was twelve years old.

This page will comprise thoughts as they arise. For my clarity. For others in a similar situation. For the wonderful people who try to help us who haven’t experienced it. But really, each of our experiences is different, which is why sharing is important. I’ve appreciated all I’ve learned from others and have shared when I could. Now a greater and braver sharing.

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