I didn’t have a great childhood, but there were a few events that my therapist tried to repaint as worse than they actually were. I struggle to understand how certain periods of my childhood can be called ‘traumatic’ when they weren’t originally processed traumatically. In fact I recall being more or less happy during those times, despite.

Ironically, we used to argue that various therapy incidents felt traumatic (or retraumatizing) to me and those incidents were dismissed by her and glossed over as ‘nothing’ at the time.

The brain is an interesting thing. A year post-therapy and it’s the therapy incidents that haunt me at night.