I am a writer and mental health professional. I have a master’s degree in social work (MSW). I built a successful private practice as a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW) in the 90s. This website features an account of that journey along with additional commentary, news, and information on my life story. It is nothing short of amazing that I was able to make all these accomplishments and find so much success because I had to deal with abuse and shyness growing up and into adulthood. I was paralyzed with shyness. Therefore, if this story of my life is not a success story or a story about accomplishments, I don’t know what is. I have plenty of love stories to tell here in my many memoirs.
Writing your own life story can be therapeutic. I know it has been for me. It allowed me to see myself in a new way. I had grown up in an abusive home and I had forgotten enough of that to reach out to my family of origin for emotional support when I desperately needed it in 2000. I assumed that they would show a minimal capacity for empathy. Even when I was a victim of brutal violence by outsiders, malicious people, when I cried out for emotional support, they still could not be moved at all! They left me to rot in a jail cell even when I was brutally victimized and falsely accused of being the attacker – the perpetrator. Covered in blood with my attacker not having a scratch on her, I was interrogated like I was the one who did something wrong. My so-called family knew I was innocent but did nothing!
I spent over 20 years poisoning my mind with the negative narrative that my own parents and siblings embraced. Not only were they not emotionally supportive but they were emotionally and psychologically abusive. It was nothing short of poisoning my own mind and believing that there was something wrong with myself. Nothing I ever did was good enough for them. I believe that as an adult I was a victim of Munchausen Syndrome By Proxy even though I wasn’t living with that family. It was a torture that I experienced over many years – just subtle enough not to be easily noticed.
This is an account of my life.