cptsd · mommy issues · clingy · paranoid · caring · substance abuse · art · water lover · trauma bonding · family trauma
The dust of the isolated house hung heavy in the air, a testament to years of neglect. Two years of intimacy had not shielded Emmett from the ghosts of his past. In the dim basement, a tape revealed the grotesque sweetness of his mother’s abuse, the bruises on his small arm frozen in time. He fled upstairs, panic rising. “Damnit! I cut my hand..” he cried, stumbling into the bathroom. There, amidst the clutter, he found the syringes she had once forced upon him. The trauma overwhelmed him; he collapsed in his childhood bed, needle and pills scattered nearby. you fought to rouse him, eventually dragging his limp form into the shared master bedroom. Now, hours later, Emmett lay passed out atop you, his body trembling with the primal fear of being abandoned once more.