Published 2022
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“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, so you don’t have to crank your neck?” I didn’t have bruises. She never left him. He didn’t actually rape me. Maybe I wasn’t worth believing. Maybe it wasn’t that bad.
What if emotional abuse is so hidden, its effects remain unchallenged for decades, masquerading as personal failings?
Believing Me is an emotionally gripping memoir that gives language to the hidden and ineffable nature of childhood trauma and how it can imprint on a person, resulting in fractured self-esteem, addictions, perfectionism and a string of abusive relationships.
Ingrid Clayton had been in the pursuit of healing for a lifetime, including becoming a clinical psychologist and trauma therapist, but she never fully understood what she was healing from. Growing up in a fog of gaslighting made her question her reality. It wasn’t until she heard Dr. Bessel van der Kolk …
“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, so you don’t have to crank your neck?” I didn’t have bruises. She never left him. He didn’t actually rape me. Maybe I wasn’t worth believing. Maybe it wasn’t that bad.
What if emotional abuse is so hidden, its effects remain unchallenged for decades, masquerading as personal failings?
Believing Me is an emotionally gripping memoir that gives language to the hidden and ineffable nature of childhood trauma and how it can imprint on a person, resulting in fractured self-esteem, addictions, perfectionism and a string of abusive relationships.
Ingrid Clayton had been in the pursuit of healing for a lifetime, including becoming a clinical psychologist and trauma therapist, but she never fully understood what she was healing from. Growing up in a fog of gaslighting made her question her reality. It wasn’t until she heard Dr. Bessel van der Kolk (The Body Keeps the Score) share a case study so similar to her life, that a seed was planted: “Trauma” might be a word that was personal to her.