There is nothing like working with kids who are going through Trauma right in front of you. When my client said this statement to me, he wasn’t remembering, he was living it. His walls are still shaking. And I had no profound answers for him, I had no words that brought comfort. I told him I heard him, I got tears in my eyes and said I was sorry. I felt so inadequate, but knew that no matter how much experience I had I would still feel inadequate. What do you do when his parents, the people who he is supposed to go to when he is afraid, are the ones who are causing the trauma? I went home and cried with Stacy. Somehow I was hoping my tears would do this young boy some good. I was crying because he doesn’t get to cry, he is too afraid. I was crying because I wanted his parents to know how bad it really was, how this was a big deal. I was crying because I was hoping God might notice…
You are the gift. I hope He notices too.