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Post by geedee on Dec 19, 2009 7:02:17 GMT -8
I've often talked about my brother and how i adored him.
his death is something I never grieved properly and my relationship with my POA probably started again because he and i were going out together at the time of my brother's death 29 years ago.
well i just had another epiphany. my brother used to beat me up regularly. it was kind of play fighting but he was always rougher than necessary and our fights usually ended in tears for me.
he only changed in his last year of life at age 17 when he started going out with a really nice girl from our shool. that's the brother I adored, not the violent adolescent. hmm...
greta
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Post by Susan Peabody on Jul 28, 2012 12:29:38 GMT -8
A small part of my PTSD was the result of violence between myself and my sister. I threw some silverware at her and a knife stuck in her head. I ran away because I thought I had killed her.
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