*TW: Child abuse*
As a young mother, I love nothing more than being with my baby. Well, as much of a baby as a toddler can be. She is growing in leaps and bounds, and leaving this work-away-from-home mom feeling a little left in the dust. I relish the mundane and swallow whole every second spent with her. So many hugs, so many kisses. I cry (see previous post on PPD). As my PPD has gotten more manageable- one thing hasn’t. And that is my childhood trauma of watching and listening to my father physically, verbally, and mentally abuse my younger brothers. Before they could even talk. In a desperate “power” struggle for absolute obedience- he would “spank” them into submission- with many tools and his own hands. Screams. Shrieks. Day and night. My desensitized mother was only able to helplessly look on with me as they were yelled at, hit, and scared. From the age of 6 until I was well into my teens. But it began when they were just babies. Toddlers. Like mine. And so, even though I will NEVER lay a finger on her or ever speak hatefulness to her- she of course still cries and shrieks and throws fits, like we all do at that age while we figure out how to communicate and realize the world around us. How to process all of those big feelings inside of our little bodies (hell - I still don’t know how to do that sometimes). But when this happens on the daily, I notice it takes a role on my sanity. I begin to shake, have my heart flutter, and I don’t perceive the situation for what it really is. I become very sad inside- like an ache. And when she doesn’t stop- it easily escalates for me into a panic attack. How do you cope with these unavoidable things? My fiancé is incredible- he will take her while I process my emotions. But I also don’t want to stay frozen in time with my screaming little brothers every time she has a meltdown. Any words of advice or encouragement? I need to be there for her- and myself. Thank you all kindly. #Anxiety #PTSD #PTSDSupportAndRecovery #PostpartumDisorders #MentalHealth