t’s ironic that just as I start to feel comfortable confronting the ghosts from my past, one of them dies. While he may be physically dead, he is still very much alive in my head. He was my step-dad. I was supposed to be able to trust him. My dad wasn’t in the picture except for 2-4 weeks a year. This person was supposed to show me what being a man was about. Instead he taught me to fear them.
The Journey of a Domestic Violence Survivor: Healing and Resilience
By Survivor The life of a Survivor of Domestic ViolenceThe repair of the abuse is never repaired because the damage is too unrepairable, mental or physical abuse stays with the survivor for life.Future relationships will be affected by the triggers of the survivor and the relationship will usually suffer, to...