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Trauma|Life|Childhood
Abuse Survivors Have a Really Hard Time Reading These Stories
I’m doing my best though — honest I am
You know the ones. The ones about how perfect your family was and how you all used to have Sunday picnics and go to Church together.
You know the ones. The ones about how your mom and/or dad was the best thing in the whole wide fucking world.
The ones where there was so much love in your house all.year.round. and you all were so tight and happy and did everything together and were so supportive of each other.
And how you used to all pile up in the car and go to Aunt Betty and Uncle Jerry’s house to have family dinners and play music and sit around a bonfire and laugh and sing and have a ball.
Ya. Those ones.
Every single time I see a story about a happy family, I cringe.
Actually wait, it’s worse than that. I feel like I got just got punched in the stomach and I want to throw up, not from disgust, but because the blow is bad.
I don’t want to read about how beautiful your family was and how your childhood was the best ever. I really don’t want to fucking hear about it.
