Personal Narrative: My Childhood Trauma

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My childhood trauma is on the public record. The date was 14th March 1910, I was not raised by my aboriginal mother and for this I have suffered. Right throughout my life I have been victim to abuse. When I discuss in detail these abuses to my non-aboriginal colleagues, to friends and to counselors, many of them are taken aback. Comenting on their inability to understand the depth, the extent of the trauma I have suffered from. Unfortunatley, my story is not unique. So many aboriginal people suffer the exact same. To the world I am a regular human being, but, I oftern relapse and return to the darkest days of my childhood. I would hide under my bed as a little girl escaping into a different world of fantasy similar to ‘The lion, the witch, the wardrobe- it was my only way to escape death.

The cruelties I suffered early in life were not at the hands of another Aboriginal person. …show more content…

My Aboriginal mother had a long mourned and grieved loss. We were unable to cope, and though we love each other, no ‘apology’ will ever mend the amount of scars we carry today. My introduction to my Aboriginality was difficult. I had not healed, There was the torrid antagonisation of abuse, sexual abuse, and violence. This became normal, subdued only when I was self-medicated. The music of Archie Roach, No Fixed Address, and Warumpi Band were my companions. There was though a time I couldn’t listen to Archie because of my connection to the hurt. Just recently the carriage of my trauma cost my

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