“From then on, that Sunday was like a veil that came between me and everything I did. I would play, I would read, I would behave normally but somehow I wasn't there. Everything had become artificial. I had trouble learning my lessons, when before I only needed to read them once to know them by heart. Acutely aware of everything around me and yet unable to concentrate., I lost my insouciance and natural ability to learn. (...) I waited for the scene to be repeated. I was positive it would happen again. I found the presence of customers comforting, dreading the moments when my parents and I were alone, in the evenings and on Sunday afternoons. I was on the alert as soon as they raised their voices; I would scrutinize my father, his expression, his hands. In every sudden silence I would read the omens of disaster. Every day at school I wondered whether, on returning home, I would be faced with the aftermath of a tragedy.” ChildrenFearPsychological TraumaInterpersonal Violence Book:Shame Source: Shame
“I understand this desire to shower gifts on a person we love to demonstrate possession, while knowing that it does nothing to bind him to us, but only makes him proud and heightens his narcissism. That works against the giver, who is short on narcissism. Well, anyway, I love him with all my emptiness.” LoveFearRelationshipsPossessionNarcissismGifts Book:Getting Lost Source: Getting Lost
