How it began
Wish I knew really. My first childhood memory starts in 4th grade. Shockingly that was the year my mother and father divorced. I can’t tell you how old I was when I realized I have zero recollection of my childhood because I thought it was normal. I mean you are a baby, a child. How can you possibly remember those days. I was flabbergasted the first time a friend mentioned a childhood memory. Seriously, that was a thing? I often wonder if somehow I developed a dissociatiion disorder, but doubtful. Years of therapy and ultimately I chose not to undergo hypnosis as clearly my brain had blocked everything to protect my emotionally fragile state. I have clues of what happened. A lifetime of nightmares. Recurring nightmares. That each time would add something to the previous time. Another clue. My first sexual experience. Boyfriend claimed I wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t understand the implications of that until many years later. I was just upset he was calling me a liar. I b