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Originally Posted by BayBrony
I find thus fascinating because I was a preemie AND a twin and I guess I was the quiet twin. There are supposedly "happy" family stories about how I would just entertain myself quietly in my crib for house and hours so my brother needed all the attention. Supposedly I never ever cried so you could just leave me alone for hours....
Then at 3 I was mauled by a dog. I nearly lost my eyes had one whole side of my face ripped up, punctured salivary glands etc so I had all these drains that needed flushing and stuff. It took several adults to hold me down for the flushing and stuff every day for at least a month. Sometime at the end of that period was when my mom tried to drown me for fighting her
I have always wondered how those incidents affected my life.was my mothers complete inability to bond with me related to these things???? She bonded to my brother just fine.
Of course she was nuts and abusive throughout my childhood but my T said what I consider my "normal" childhood experiences like having the wounds flushed was all significantly traumatic which had never ocurred to me
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One thing that i've always read is that it DOES affect bonding, because some preemies can shut down pretty easily. My mom said it would take her 3 hours to feed me 2 oz of milk because i kept falling asleep. I think it is harder for preemies to be attached to their parents, but it can be overcome. My mom was 18 when she had me, and I think she did her best, but she admits she had no clue what she was doing.
ALSO: YES to that dog incident being very traumatic! I have a MASSIVE fear of hospitals and doctors. Hospitals the most. Luckily I have been a healthy adult (and child), but one time when I cut my hand open on glass and was home alone, I didn't even think about calling an ambulance. I would have rather bled out then go to the hospital. It just so happened a friend called and I was all ike "oh, i cut my hand," and she said "Ok, well I"ll bike over!" hahaha. She told her mom I cut my hand, so her mom drove her over. I'll never forget the look on my friend's face. It went completely white.
20 stitches later....
But I know my intense fear of hospitals and doctors is because i spent the first 4 months of my life in the NICU. I told my T that if i ever get cancer, I'm out of here (as in, i will not be able to handle chemo and all the hospital visits...)