Thank you for reading this.
I am having a difficult time and I am just looking for a little kindness.
I read somewhere recently something and hope you can spare a minute to help me figure out what's going on...
If you want to remain anonymous, I have my email below and you can remain anonymous.
has anyone out there been mistreated in childhood
Thank you for having compassion by answering this question
(for those wishing to remain anonymous, my email address is runoutoftouch AT googlemail.com. or if you want, you can email your answer this way as well.)Hello, and welcome. I found a very good study on this subject. I really had no idea that childhood trauma could lead to autoimmune illness decades later! Here is the link to the study I read:
http://www.psychosomaticmedicine.org/cgi/content/abstract/71/2/243
I had a childhood trauma that took me years to deal with in my adult life. My dad was an Air Commando fighter pilot in Vietnam in the early 60's. We weren't 'at war' then, so he was there as an "advisor". His plane, a T-28, was shot down and he was declared MIA for a good long while. I was 8 years old. He had come to my brothers and I individually and explained where he was going and what he would be doing (in child's terms of course) before he left. I remember crying and telling him I was afraid he would not come home. He held me and promised he would, saying he may not be the same, but he would come home. For years, I thought he would come home... even after he was declared KIA-BNR, Killed In Action-Body Not Recovered. I remember watching the home coming of MIA's when I was in high school, searching for my dad's face on TV. He finally did come home... we were notified they had located his crash site 30 years to the day of when he was shot down. It took 6 more years to recover him, identify him and bury him.
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/dawadsworth.htm
I go to this website often, as I live too far to visit in person. I don't know why I am sharing all of this... other than just reading your post made it fresh for me.
I hope this helps.
Waddie, I lumped up reading your story.
It was as if it was me and I was young again.
I could relate a story from a fathers perspective of not being there when it counted and only recently finding out about one of my daughters mistreatment.
That is not the question asked but it has bought up some guilt and this forum is not the place to explain any further.
I wish you well.
I'm touched, really touched, by your story, Waddie. And feel for you,