“PTSD, or hypervigilant shock syndrome, is something I frequently waded through while looking for hope of some safe shore to climb out onto in order to get away from being targeted when I was a child.
I suppose at some point, I stopped looking for loving acceptance.
Because somewhere amid the harsh words, criticizing looks, and undeserved categorical rejection in the 70’s, tremors now attempting to release from my body tell of a once constant fear’s twitching to avoid being randomly hit.”
