I inferred some messages. Being female means gore, agony and mess. Being adult means having a frightening body that is out of my control.
Parental emotional abuse, told backwards.
It was only when I started doing my therapy training in 2010 that I started to follow the thread of maternal disengagement back to my grandmother.
A mother-daughter collaboration about stepping back, reflecting, and finding peace.
You weren’t there when I needed you. I felt crushed by you. You made me feel like I had to be small.