I remember dad reminding me, whenever I missed maman, that she wanted to abort me. I have heard this story often since I was about 10 years old. He “ received a call, Monique was frantic, she was bleeding, and she was rushing to her doctor’s office!” Jack says he rushed out of his meeting and raced to the doctor’s office “ just in time to see the doctor taking the vacuum down from the wall and about to abort you .” I remember being really curious and asking what the vacuum looked like and he replied, “ Like a long hose with a suction on the end, like the vacuum we have at home. ” In those moments, when he told me this ‘story’ I don’t remember believing him or not believing him, I remember wishing it had just happened, regardless of the reason. This story never really affected me and I filed it. It was only when I was older and one of my best friends would be having this procedure done that my dad’s bullshit story reared its ugly head. I knew he was a liar, but this really hit below
"Don't Shame the Family" is the story of how I came to have and live with PTSD. I promise to be as honest and transparent as I can with my own feelings and actions regardless of how humiliated I may feel. If my blog helps one person break the cycle of abuse and realize they're not alone, I will have succeeded.