Trauma Response
I was recently on a podcast called We’re All Insane. For anyone that listened to the podcast, this picture right here is what my sink will look like most nights. Only excuse, when I’m sick or super busy. But the next morning, I impulsively will make sure these are done. Today I went to a play date, and I made sure these were done before leaving. I know most people would say “well it’s a good thing…”
Here’s what you don’t know: It’s one part of the aftermath of my trauma. My mom worked overnights and was the primary caregiver of a child with a physical disability. Sometimes, she was just tired. Sometimes she chose herself instead of dishes. So for someone to criticize that, my mom would have been so ashamed. For what? Dirty dishes. Someone judging her abilities because the house wasn’t 100% spic and span.
Side note, I worked that night and was scheduled off the day after. I was living at home and I planned to tackle the dishes and do some things around the house because I KNEW my mom was tired.
So to make sure my husband and daughter don’t hear something similar, my sink is emptied before I leave the house for an extended amount of time or at the end of the night.
