Your seven-year-old used to hum through breakfast. Lately the mornings start with a stomachache, bedtime stretches into an hour of
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Category: Childhood Trauma
If you have watched your child struggle, you know how hard it is to find the right words for what
There’s a particular experience many adults know well. You’re in a conversation, or a room, or a situation that seems
You know your child. And right now, something feels off. Maybe it started gradually. A child who used to bounce
Your child wakes up with a stomachache every school morning. At birthday parties, they cling to you instead of joining
There’s a shift that parents often notice before they have a name for it. The teenager who used to carry
It’s two in the morning. You’ve been awake for an hour, maybe longer, and you can’t point to why. Nothing
If you are a teenager or young adult reading this: you already know something isn’t quite right. The knowing isn’t
Every parent has been there. The meltdown before school that seems to come from nowhere. The dinner-table silence that wasn’t
Your seven-year-old used to hum through breakfast. Lately the mornings start with a stomachache, bedtime stretches into an hour of
If you have watched your child struggle, you know how hard it is to find the right words for what
There’s a particular experience many adults know well. You’re in a conversation, or a room, or a situation that seems
You know your child. And right now, something feels off. Maybe it started gradually. A child who used to bounce
Your child wakes up with a stomachache every school morning. At birthday parties, they cling to you instead of joining
There’s a shift that parents often notice before they have a name for it. The teenager who used to carry
It’s two in the morning. You’ve been awake for an hour, maybe longer, and you can’t point to why. Nothing
If you are a teenager or young adult reading this: you already know something isn’t quite right. The knowing isn’t
Every parent has been there. The meltdown before school that seems to come from nowhere. The dinner-table silence that wasn’t