Are You Traumatized?

Not Necessarily, Thanks to the Magic Of Human Resilience

When I was nine years old, living in Los Angeles, my twin brother and I were whisked away from our mother. We suddenly found ourselves in Park Slope, Brooklyn, living with our father, who seemed ill-prepared to take care of us. No one explained why. For most of our childhood she had been an adoring and attentive mother, but we had seen a change in her. We knew something wasn’t right. But that was all we knew. She soon went to England, where her sister and father looked after her. …