Another Mother’s Day has come, and gone, much to the relief of many dissociative trauma survivors.
Did you read the Cards Not Written ?
All too many survivors of child abuse find Mother’s Day to be an extremely painful time and nothing near the Hallmark Card version of what moms are like.
I must admit, I have a beautiful mother whom I deeply admire and honor.
However, it breaks my heart to hear when others have had such painful years with their mothers, or un-mothers.
Their lives have been forever impacted by the loss of a good mom….
How was your Mother’s Day this year?
I’m sorry it hurts so much.
Copyright © 2008-2017 Kathy Broady MSW and Discussing Dissociation
It isnt even May yet and the damn mother’s day commercials have started
I hate them so much
This holiday never gets easier just worse
We dont know how to get over it
All the Jill People says
worse every year.
How about Dear Mom thanks for nothing and thanks for making us hate women. Theres a fucking card for you. Hallmark doesnt make that one.
Mothers day sucked worse this year even more than other years. Gets worse evey year,
When i saw a new blog article was posted i was hoping it would be a new one to read. Gope you have time to write again soon.
Carla Hall says
Mother’s day was awful. I forced myself to go visit her and even go to church with her. The whole thing was unsafe and not recommended by my therapist but something pushed me into it. Like I had to or something terrible was going to happen. I have been so depressed since Sunday.
Carla, I hear ya, I understand the pain, I think it was your conscience that was pushing you, I’ve been there. You were probably thinking if you don’t go you will wish you had
Yeah, mothers day, while MOST everyone celebrated loving mothers, I was visiting her at her grave marker, since she passed in 2011 from Dementia/Alzhiemers however you spell that, my mother used to beat me daily weekly every month, she would remind me almost daily, weekly, of what a failure I was, her middle daughter of 5 daughters. I lost my relationship with her yrs back during my teens, landed on the street after I graduated in ’74 at 18 yrs, became a prostitute, pregnant, miscarried and landed in several psyciatric hospitals misdiagnosed paranoid schizophrenic later on properly diagnosed formerly MPD now D.I.D. and been in psyciatric treatment all of my life because of trauma, incest, abuse emotional and physical, additional diagnosis followed. Mothers Day, my mom died twice, I still love her, miss her and miss what I wish I had that my other sisters had with her and some other daughters enjoy, a relationship with their friend, their mom.