First, let me say, I blame nothing on my past trauma, although it may be a fact that it had and still has a direct affect on how I live my life and the way I feel inside, everyday I walk this earth. Psychology is so imperfect that one never knows how we are affected by our past. However, this story, I am sure, thousands of others can tell, if they made it thru to be 54 years old.
This is a story of someone, that went to Day camp for years, had parents that bought him cars(NOT expensive ones), gave him money to live(20 dollars here and there), was able to go to a good school and even moved locations to put him in a better school! I had that opportunities and I had the stage to perform, but all of that on the outside, was never able to bloom for what was happening behind closed doors, it took every ounce of strength, to get to that stage.
My mother, was a delightful person,on the outside, my father(later to find out different!) a charmer. But what happened, only I, can tell this story. I wasn't very old when it started and Lyn(my mother), who was so frustrated by her life, started to take that frustration out on me. I tried so hard to ignore her, when I was home, for I knew when they argued I was the one that it would be taken out on. The hitting wasn't fierce, at first, and natually got worse as the frustration grew, in her.


