Thank you, Ann. It was tough to live and it’s tough to write, but this is the only way through to healing. I’m happy you’re with me on this journey and I’m so grateful for your support.
Nan, thank you so much for this. I feel the fire and the fierce love in them, and I’m so grateful for both. I’m sorry you had to feel that kind of fear too. I’m honored that you shared it with me.
It wasn’t an adventure. It was real, and scary, and we both deserved to have our fear seen and taken seriously. Your mom, like mine, probably didn’t mean harm, but that kind of dismissal still leaves a mark. It makes you feel invisible in a moment when you most needed comfort. I really feel that with you. Love you!
Whoa. SO the immediate takeaway for me is how much I hate your mother for that. That's a harsh judgment, but it struck that chord of rage that lives inside of me that completely relates to what you experienced. My mother used to blithely dismiss my terror whenever we'd get lost when she was behind the wheel. "Oh, don't be silly, we're having an adventure!" It wasn't an adventure for me. It felt like dying and she wasn't able to see that and recognize my feelings for what they were. I'm sorry that happened to you, and in a way, it was a valuable experience. You didn't die and you learned a shit ton about survival. Love you, Mary.
Thank you, Ann. It was tough to live and it’s tough to write, but this is the only way through to healing. I’m happy you’re with me on this journey and I’m so grateful for your support.
Very good article, Mary. I hear you, I see you. You needed to be protected and feel safe in your own home.
Nan, thank you so much for this. I feel the fire and the fierce love in them, and I’m so grateful for both. I’m sorry you had to feel that kind of fear too. I’m honored that you shared it with me.
It wasn’t an adventure. It was real, and scary, and we both deserved to have our fear seen and taken seriously. Your mom, like mine, probably didn’t mean harm, but that kind of dismissal still leaves a mark. It makes you feel invisible in a moment when you most needed comfort. I really feel that with you. Love you!
Whoa. SO the immediate takeaway for me is how much I hate your mother for that. That's a harsh judgment, but it struck that chord of rage that lives inside of me that completely relates to what you experienced. My mother used to blithely dismiss my terror whenever we'd get lost when she was behind the wheel. "Oh, don't be silly, we're having an adventure!" It wasn't an adventure for me. It felt like dying and she wasn't able to see that and recognize my feelings for what they were. I'm sorry that happened to you, and in a way, it was a valuable experience. You didn't die and you learned a shit ton about survival. Love you, Mary.
Thanks to your encouragement and support!