Triggers suck. There. I said it. Granted, that’s probably not the most eloquent way to start a blog post. What it is, however, is the most honest I can be about the way it feels to live life stumbling around a psychological minefield of trauma triggers, hoping and praying that one doesn’t get set off. […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
When I was five, my parents took me to the hospital, where my tonsils were removed and I spent the night. Alone. I felt shocked and abandoned when my parents left at the end of visiting hours. But in the sixties visiting hours were visiting hours, and parents went home. Even if their kids were […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Some things parents never forget. Like the first time a mother holds her newborn child. Or the first time a baby belly laughs at a father’s antics. But when I think of our son’s early days, one unpleasant memory comes to mind. Our baby’s wince of pain when the nurse took him–bristling with drainage tubes, […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
The following post comes from author and speaker Jolene Philo, who can be found at A Different Dream for My Child. She is the author of A Different Dream for My Child: Meditations for Parents of Critically or Chronically Ill Children and Different Dream Parenting: A Practical Guide to Raising a Child with Special Needs. Some things parents never forget. […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.