So, in retrospect after rummaging through my attic of electronic dust filled journals. It was never actually my dad who traumatized me. He may have left emotional scarring here and there, resentment, anger, the usual. That’s something I can conquer. It was my own brother. Who Tried to KILL me in a fit of rage that caused my PTSD. So thanks Kenny, I owe you one. You’ve ruined quite a few years of sleeping well for me. and the tenseness that remains in my body language, and my jumpiness. My own flesh and blood. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I will start my therapy soon the EMDR will Men in Black those memories somewhere safe and your traumatization will be nothing but a ghost left back with those attic journals. I just don’t know how I am going to forgive you for this. I don’t even know where to start.