Parenting when you have a trauma history
I remember how healing it was to have my first child. I went through PTSD and had difficulty bonding, but I held him, nursed him, basically he was in my arms 24/7 because he cried so hard when I put him down.
Then one day, the world had color – like the movie, “The Wizard of Oz.” I fell madly, head over heels with this little boy who grew in what I had believed was a corrupted, defiled, hideous body, but it did the most wonderful thing, it grew a baby.
Oh, the healing I received. And, to be totally, unreservedly in love with this little boy was an amazing miracle. Me, who kept people at a distance because I couldn’t bear being left again. Me, self-reliant, self-sufficient – let down my guard and was totally overtaken with love.
Well, I could write more about my trauma history, but this article has so many truths in it that I wanted to share it with you,