They haven’t.
So, here’s a hodge podge of a blog post addressing a few concerns and comments from The Invisible Scar mailbox.
- Please double-check your identity before you comment.
I’ve been getting a lot of email from folks who have posted a comment then realized that they’ve used their real name when they would’ve preferred to be anonymous. Please make sure you’re using the name you want. If you have made a mistake, do drop me a line, but please know that I only check The Invisible Scar mailbox once every week, so I won’t get to your email as quickly as you’d probably like me to. I’d hate for you to stress about your name being public! - Comments may take a while to appear.
As I said above, I only check my combox about once a week, and that’s when I moderate comments. - What about the children?
Several folks have asked about raising children when one has been emotionally abused as a child. I’ve an interview lined up with a psychologist later this month to get answers to those questions. (I’m a layperson with a bent towards research but am not a professional therapist or a psychologist. What I share on The Invisible Scar is just my take on findings, so please do seek the support of a professional counselor.) - Thanks for the show of support.
I deeply appreciate the kind comments regarding support for The Invisible Scar site. Though the reasons for the existence of such a site is not a happy one (it’s a tragedy that emotional child abuse exists), I’m glad to see that people are finding themselves not quite so alone as they thought. - Always remember that you are not alone. You’re a child of God. You matter. You are loved.
Thank you. I think soon I may be more ready to be public. Did anyone see the girl whose youtube video went viral when she confronted her sexual abuser who had become a school administrator? The thing I loved about it was: She shined the light on the person who should have been ashamed: The Abuser, not herself. What is it about any form of child abuse that the victims feel ashamed? The answer is so obvious, but so heartbreakingly sad; the victims are precious little children. They shouldn’t have to fight for themselves, or have to even figure out some horrible nightmare. I will fight for myself, my injured inner child, and the children in my life. Because I am not a child anymore.
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As someone who grew up in a normal family, with normal parents and grandparents, etc., I was ill-prepared to interact with people who didn’t. Despite my father being a Ph.D. counseling psychologist, I had no idea that there was so much dysfunction in the world or how to be a good friend to people who didn’t have a loving, supportive family. Over the years, I have learned much but, as you know, there’s still far too little written about what these psychiatric diagnoses actually mean, whether to sufferers, victims or “just” their loved ones. I know several people who had narcissistic mothers; I learned of your site from one of them and shared it with another. Importantly, I learned a great deal about the disorder, even though both of these people had told me stories about their inadequate relationships with their mothers. Thank you.
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