Last Tuesday in a health research newsletter had an article on the science of screaming. just reading the title made me squirm. the next day I couldn't figure why I didn't scream when they got me. By Friday I was a wreck. My 'little one' slowly revealed how we were smothered while Jr was hurting us. I was about 5 years old then. That little frozen girl inside of me felt safe enough to tell me.
I had to call the crisis hotline and psychiatrist so I could tell on Jr. That brought relief and I was able to soothe my little one.
My frozen in time kids hold the memories. Our safe place is Gilligan's Island.