Showing posts with label single mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label single mom. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2025

“Other People Do It”—Why That Sentence Nearly Broke Me

I was 30 years old when the abuse began. 

In college full-time. A single mom of seven.

Working part-time. Cleaning houses full-time.

Trying to keep our world from falling apart—while mine already was.


Behind closed doors, I was being abused. Strangled. Beaten. Abused in many other ways.  Controlled. But I kept showing up.

Because I had to.


At 33, child welfare stepped in—not because I hurt my kids, but because I was being hurt. I thought they would help protect us. Instead, they punished me.


They took my children away.


For five months, I lived without them. Every room too quiet. Every moment aching.


And then I gave birth to my youngest son.

He was only two days old when they took him from the hospital— even though I had already completed everything they asked of me.


Later, they called it a mistake. But it didn’t feel like one. It felt like my heart had been ripped out and locked away.

When I finally got him back, he was a month old. But the damage didn’t end there. Three of my children were placed with their father— not the abuser in the case, but someone who had abused me in the past.

That triggered a years-long battle, outside the courts, to keep my children safe again.

Everything I Was Carrying

I was autistic, but I didn’t know it yet.

I had complex PTSD that no one had diagnosed since my teen years and when it was diagnosed as a teen, they called it “dissociative disorder”. Years of more trauma added to it. 

I was living with a traumatic brain injury from strangulation and physical blows to my head.

I was trying to survive with memory loss, sensory overload, and constant shutdowns— thinking all of that was just personal failure.


I had no support. No village. No room to breathe.

Just survival.


Then Came the Words That Cut Me

Five years later—when I was 38 and still navigating the lifelong aftermath of trauma—

someone looked at me and said:


“Other single moms do it.”


Maybe they meant it to be encouraging.

But to me, it felt like a punch in the gut.


Because I wasn’t just a tired mom.

I was a woman still healing from abuse.

Still dealing with a nervous system in survival mode.

Still recovering from trauma that had rewired my brain.


What they said didn’t help me.

It erased me.


Why Comparison Is Harmful


When people say, “Other people do it,” they’re not offering support. They’re adding shame.


They’re saying:

“You should be better by now.”

“Your pain isn’t valid unless you hide it well.”

“Your trauma only counts if it doesn’t inconvenience anyone.”


But healing doesn’t work like that.

It’s not a timeline. It’s not a contest.

It’s sacred. Personal. Messy.




What They Didn’t See


They didn’t see the panic attacks at red lights.

The brain fog so thick I couldn’t remember my own schedule. The fear that stayed in my body even when I was “safe.”


They didn’t see how much it took just to function.

I wasn’t lazy.

I wasn’t weak.

I wasn’t ungrateful.

I was still healing from something that nearly destroyed me.

I’m Not “Other People”

I’m autistic.

I have complex PTSD.

I’m a survivor of domestic violence, raising children while managing invisible wounds.


So no—I’m not “like other moms.”

And no one else is like me either.


We each carry our own story.

Our own weight.

Our own reasons for why some days are harder than others.

What I Needed Instead

What I needed wasn’t comparison.

It was compassion.


If someone had said:


  • “You’ve survived more than most people will ever understand.”
  • “It makes sense that you’re tired.”
  • “You’re not failing—you’re healing.”
  • “You don’t have to keep proving yourself. You already made it through.”



If someone had seen me instead of measuring me,

I might’ve found peace a little sooner.


To Anyone Who’s Heard Those Words


If someone ever told you,

“Other people do it”—

and it made you feel ashamed, erased, or unseen—


Please hear me now:


You are not other people.

You are you.

And what you’ve been through matters.


How long it takes you to heal is not a sign of weakness—

It’s a sign of how deep the wound was.


You don’t have to match anyone else’s journey.

You don’t have to minimize your pain to make others comfortable.

You don’t have to hide your healing.


You are enough.

Right now.

Exactly as you are.


And your healing deserves space.


💜


#YouAreNotAlone #ComplexPTSD #AutisticSurvivor #TraumaRecovery #DomesticViolenceSurvivor #StopTheComparison #HealingIsNotLinear #YourStoryMatters #YouAreEnough


Sunday, July 7, 2019

Another Fibro Flare

Living with Fibromyalgia, Lupus, PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Arthritis and Chronic Pain can seem like fighting a losing battle even on the best of days. Some days, start out better than others... When you throw in being a single mom with a mountain of stress you have to climb over daily... the day-to-day struggle of simply living can feel almost impossible.

I don't know what it's like to go through a day with no pain whatsoever, even if it isn't physical. I struggle with my emotions on my "good" physical days. There are days when I struggle to even get out of bed or walk, because the physical pain is so bad, but I'm emotionally in a GREAT place. Life is hard... life with chronic illness and mental issues can seem too difficult to manage sometimes.

Right now, I'm struggling with another fibro flare. I can't get comfortable when I'm being perfectly still, moving hurts - but is completely necessary, Tylenol and Ibuprofen barely make a dent in the pain. I have to keep going. Giving up simply isn't an option. I'll make it through another day, but it will be difficult. Yet, I have no choice. That's the part where being a single parent makes things even more difficult than they already were.

I don't have the support of very many family and friends... and the ones who would be helpful and supportive, don't live close by. So, in many regards, I am a single parent and doing it totally alone. With chronic illness and chronic pain. I keep going and keep trying... each day is good in it's own way, even the days that are hard.

There are many days where I wish my life weren't so complicated or difficult. I wish I could be normal and healthy... the reality is, my life is what it is meant to be. I am who I am meant to be. I am a person worth loving, I have many good qualities, a (mostly) positive attitude... and a lot to offer the world. So, if I have chronic illness and a few mental issues along the way... that's okay.

I am not my diagnoses. I am so much more. And in life, we just have to take the bad with the good.

So I live, one day at a time, to the best of my abilities. And continue to focus on my future and that of my children.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

First Post

So. I did it. Set up a new blog. I'm going to try to keep this one updated and not neglect it as I have other blogs in the past.

Hahaha. Who am I kidding? As a single Mom who has 9 children, my life is extremely hectic and busy, so it's only a matter of time before this blog also becomes forgotten or neglected. Or is it?

One thing that I've discovered in my life is that we make time for the things that are important to us. I might manage to hold onto this blog, and maybe even start updating my other ones. Time will tell.

So what is the purpose of this blog? This is my sounding board... A place to share my thoughts, feelings, insights and maybe even help someone in the process.

As a person with Complex PTSD, fibromyalgia, severe depression, anxiety and massive amounts of chronic pain and stress... My life is a challenge on a good day. My bad days are really bad. Somehow in all of it, I manage to keep going and keep hope.