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PTSD was a submarine for me until my mid 50’s, stealthy, out of sight, right below the surface of consciousness.
There were no flashbacks, triggers firing, or any visible confirmation I was suffering from PTSD.
Oh a trained therapist would have spotted my PTSD easily!
The sad thing about my trauma being hidden, it grew in power, unnoticed as it impacted critical parts of my wellbeing.
Vital parts of my wellbeing were severely damaged and not working for decades.
One of my major deficiencies was my ability to trust and feel good enough, worthy.
In childhood, my narcissistic father tried to take over my being, live through me, since I came into his life unexpectedly when he was 16.
I took his childhood so he repaid the favor, he never said a kind word to me, never letting me feel comfortable was his goal.
He thought it would make me a better baseball player, his ultimate goal.
So that narcissist owned me, treated me as an it, I was his pit bull he took in a cage to the fight.
My value was totally contained in my performance, showing his peers his coaching talent.
Some would call this conditioned love, that is a misnomer, there was no love, only a narcissist cold ownership of his first male child.
How do you explain love to an abused child like this?
Love is something I do not pine for, being able to trust would be nice.
I wonder if my father has any remorse being dead now, looking down or up at me.
Lots of thoughts haunt us, what is real and what is trauma?
Is there love, trust and loyalty out there?
I was birthed into violent abuse and criticism.
Love and trust are strangers to me.
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