I couldn't outrun my trauma': nobody talks about parenting with complex PTSD
Briefly

The grease hit my bare skin and landed in the space between my shoulder blade and the arch of my back.We were in our kitchen, my mom frying a chicken meal on the stove.My father was soon to arrive home from work, and she always worked hard to have his meal ready.My dark chocolatey skin sizzled, and I cried in pain.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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