How forgiveness made Shruti a survivor of Childhood Trauma
I don’t even remember my age when I got involved in a series of “child-play”, that was going to impact the rest of my life. My own family member, under my safest shelter indulged in the adult activities that he must have presumed to be the most comfortable environment for him.
All I remember is that he wanted to play an extended version of kitchen game. Here instead of role-playing with miniature kitchen toys, he got me into the game of “husband-wife”.
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He said this game is the finale of the kitchen, and would be the most exciting and fun part. It should be kept as a secret, or else no one would allow us to play the game again and I would get heavily reprimanded for it.
It was uncomfortable and it was unnerving.
I would dread this part of the game everyday.
And one day, I ran.
I ran out of the room, out of the house. I did not want to play this game anymore. I felt awful and wanted to stop feeling the same.
I decided I would not leave my room ever.
How it affected my childhood # Survivor of Childhood
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I feared everyday that he would come back to me. I feared everyone is going to know that I did something terrible and shameful.
I became a loner.
I quietly went into my shell, and stopped talking to anyone at home.
I became extremely clingy to my father. I would refuse to leave him.
I do not further remember how I must have coped with it, but my life did transit and branch into normal ways.
I somehow became non-cognizant of my past, carried out with my academics.
My life went really smooth, until I fell in love and got into a relationship.
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