My name is Anna Runkle, and as I’m sure is obvious already, I’m not a doctor, not a therapist, and definitely not an artist. I’m just someone who grew up with several alcoholics in the family, and all the crap that tends to go with that — broken cars in the yard, welfare, emotional neglect, molest-y relatives, self-esteem problems, precocious sexuality, violence-prone Thanksgivings… the usual stuff.
I was a resilient kid, but in my teens I started acting out and by the time I was 30, I had some real problems. I had friends but had a hard time connecting with people. I was stressed out all the time and had a lot of little health problems (and later some big health problems). I saw a therapist for depression and anxiety but I only got more depressed (and more angry). Relationships always turned dramatic, and tended to leave me emotionally devastated. I spent a lot of time either upset or on a kind of auto-pilot.
I didn’t know then that what I had was Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (or C-PTSD). It’s a little different than the kind that soldiers get (which is triggered by events in adulthood). Mine became obvious one day in 1994 when I was attacked on the street, and was knocked unconscious. My injuries healed but I could not focus my mind enough to read or use the phone for several months. I had panic attacks and depression, and began falling into an emotional abyss. In the nick of time, I was shown a particular daily practice of writing and meditating that immediately made me feel better. Over the last 22 years I’ve shown this technique to hundreds of people who seemed to suffer similarly to me, though none of us had a name for it before.
Now we do. New research is awakening the mental health and medical fields to the causes and repercussions of phenomena known as developmental trauma, C-PTSD and adverse childhood experiences (or ACEs). My writing is not just about the science, but about all I’ve learned (and keep learning) about the peculiar nature of trauma — the thought patterns and symptoms that go with it, and the recent research findings that explain how trauma is causally related to so many other things in life. These breakthroughs explain so much — why therapy never worked for me, why I seem like I don’t have feelings when I’m the most upset, why it was so hard for me to quit smoking, why unhealthy relationships are the hardest to leave, and why (probably) I used to suffer from asthma, migraines, back pain –and two autoimmune disorders (which I will always have).
Growing up in a traumatized family is a kind of a culture, a mindset, a tribe. All my life, I’ve been drawn to others like me, and these days, sharing my experience and all I’ve learned to recover is such a huge part of my life, I decided it was time to go public. So here we are.
Admittedly, this blog is disorganized at this stage. I have a lot of personal knowledge to share and for now I’m just throwing it up here, hoping to find a better way of organizing it as I go. But if you think you were affected by childhood trauma, I can definitely show you strategies that help. Part of it is just brain training. Part of it is spiritual. And part of it is simply learning the rules for acting like a mature, considerate, temperate, capable human being, doing things that maybe you never had the chance to learn from your family.
The thing about PTSD is that hardly anyone recognizes it. Even experts are usually wrong about it, and almost nothing they do, helps. But my friends and I have found what does help. It is my urgent desire to share it with you.
Believe me: I’m still at the affect of PTSD sometimes. I still get slightly alienated around normal people. I still collapse and overreact to certain triggers — some understandable (like getting yelled at) and some mysterious (like getting a haircut). I still have a very morbid sense of humor and take pictures of roadkill more than I should. But I enjoy a happy family life and running my own business, and I stay very active helping other people who themselves are getting free of their own crappy childhood.