“Are you traumatized in any way? No? Think again! Did I do anything traumatizing? Tell me, I’m willing to admit and learn from my mistakes. So tell me, what did I do that traumatized you and don’t look at me like that! I’m really trying to help you!”
Literally what every one of my clients with childhood trauma says. I’m a therapist. I can think of one exception where the parents kind of listened and tried to atone, but that’s it.
“Are you traumatized in any way? No? Think again! Did I do anything traumatizing? Tell me, I’m willing to admit and learn from my mistakes. So tell me, what did I do that traumatized you and don’t look at me like that! I’m really trying to help you!”
Meanwhile my parents don’t remember any of their abuse and say I’m imagining stuff.
Literally what every one of my clients with childhood trauma says. I’m a therapist. I can think of one exception where the parents kind of listened and tried to atone, but that’s it.
My step mom beat the shit out of us and says all five of us, two of her own children, are making it up. Needless to say, no contact going on 7 years.
I’m sorry that happened to you. That’s exactly the kind of denial I hear about, and then these (step) parents wonder why there is no contact…
Thank you. To be honest, I was willing to have a relationship with her, if she admitted to harming us, but she wouldn’t and I chose to move on.
In my country, there’s a saying, “The one who hurts forgets, the one hurt remember.”
The axe forgets, the tree remembers.
Oh, hey me!