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 Silent Household...

                                Recent days we are hearing a lot about trauma. Childhood trauma been a topic quite a lot of times. But all I see is a loud household, abusive household, violence and some very threatening, terrible actions witnessed by the child or experienced by the child. I feel so sorry for everyone who has to face it but, let me tell you a story.

                                I am studying third class I guess, I have heard a small argument between my parents. They did not say a word to me, they did not scold me they are arguing. It is loud though. That is the first time, I understand they are fighting, after the fight there is just silence in my home. They do not speak with each other. After two months another fight followed, and silence. 

                               This continued for few years, they used to behave normal with me. But when they are fighting it used to frighten me, it's not abusive fights just words. But they used to make me shiver with fear. Why? I do not know the answer to it. But I know they did not love each other. They are just being the wife and husband to be parents. I am the reason for their struggle. Silence used to stay in my home with very rare laughs. 

                                This led me to not able to bare when people I love show their slightest differences, reassurance is something I needed every time. People got tired of me. 

                                Being abusive, violent are not the only reasons for traumas in children. Silent household is also so mentally straining which turns children into troubled adults. So, let's not judge people on being needy instead make them understand they are lovable, they are not overreacting and let's make them self-sufficient.

Let's not see another person hide and heal alone but make it easy for them by standing behind and saying It's okay.


 


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