Trigger warning:
This text contains descriptions of child abuse, sexual abuse, bullying, among others.
Those who know me know that the title of this blog entry can only be pure irony. I did not have a happy childhood. I had a childhood of emotional neglect, arbitrary violence (especially as a small child), sexual abuse, bullying... Not a happy childhood at all. And although I have worked on many aspects of my resulting complex trauma in recent years, in recent months especially the sexual abuse by my father and my older brother, I have always been left with one unanswered question: how does a small child come to reject their mother?