If someone asked you about your childhood, what would you say?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” or “There’s not much to say,” or “Nothing was wrong with my childhood”?

Perhaps you wouldn’t remember much even if you tried… except your mother’s icy face, your dad’s angry voice, or your uncle’s drunken laughter…

And your fear of being in this unsafe and dangerous world.

Scared and sad, you had no one to talk to. No one who would listen and understand. [Read more…]