Ancestral

“You never express your feelings, Mom. Everything gets swept under the rug.” This from my middle daughter, who raged at me recently for never being available to help, She has an expectation that Grandparents should be always on call. “And why did you choose to live so far away!” It’s 45 minutes by car, and […]

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Trauma’s Shadow is Rage

“…he had always been popular and happy and things had always worked out.”                                       (Holly LeCraw, The Swimming Pool) I close the book, feeling the rage shifting just below my sternum.  It’s the second time this week […]

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Disability’s Rage

I am not always in possession of my own faculties and the resulting anger lashes out, mostly at my husband, whom I hope recognizes it is seldom personal. I hate myself in these moments – not all of me – just the malfunctioning parts. It happens when I overexert myself.  Systemic Exertion Intolerance Disease is the new […]

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