I seriously haven’t posted a true blog in two months? What??? But here’s the thing: if I’m not posting, it means I haven nothing to complain about, so life is good. I graduated four months ago and have been working in the dental field for three months. My job is fantastic. The Prozac is still fucking life changing and I’m in love with it. I don’t even have side effects as far as I can tell.
But I digress. The title of this post is “My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess”. The story is this: I was just watching a video about how childhood trauma negatively affects a person’s health throughout their life. Let’s not get into the details because that’s depressing… However, it got me thinking that yes, by their standards my childhood was traumatic. The first time I was sexually assaulted, I was too young to even remember it. Plus, I witnessed domestic abuse for the first 18 years of my life.
Here’s the strange thing: At the time, I didn’t think it was traumatic or stressful overall. Continue reading My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess