Trauma, it’s so sneaky!
I see trauma everywhere in my house.
I see it in a punch to the face when I’ve offered a loving touch.
I see it in a no reaction when I pick up from nursery.
I see it in opposition to everything.
I hear it in ‘I love daddy I DO NOT love mummy.’
I see it in a poo left for me to find.
I see it in a wary look when I say ‘I love you’.
I see it in never wanting to come home.
I see it in never falling asleep in the car because she’s terrified where that car might be taking her.
I see it in not being able to play without controlling every aspect of that play.
I see it in never being able to make a decision.
I see it in eating everything on her plate all the time, just in case.
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