Yikes! 🤗 A dream job would be an art therapist with children. I have tutored homeless kids six years, as a volunteer, and love it. Their hugs and smiles!! 😄🕊🎶🎶🎶

David, the boy next door, growing up, was physically and emotionally abused and no one who could help, helped. And Cathy lived in the neighborhood. Her dad sexually assaulted her. And the list goes on. As a kid, i intuitively knew which kids were hurting. Who were being abused.

I didn’t recognize i was emotionally abused and neglected doctor care for mental health issues until after my brother’s suicide and started therapy. It pains me to acknowledge it. My grandfather, love him, was an ornery beast. My dad followed suit. My mom’s mom was awful and mom followed suit. No one bothered to stop and think about their harming behaviors.

Abuse stops when abuse is recognized as generational and not right. Trauma in a child’s life can lead to later difficulties. I think of people known, quite often. Ghosts to haunt. Feel i never did enough. Never spoke up. I have a voice now. I wrote a poem in third grade, about my mom as a witch in the toilet. She was furious. Ha! Psychologists would have fun with that!! Would they not? 😂💙🕊🎶🎶🎶