I called Mom, gave her my new address, I moved last week. From a homeless shelter that I was in from Halloween to new years eve. I got busy and didnt update her. so, my bad. Anyway, I threw an olive branch and apologized for not keeping them updated. I further owned the failure to communicate and explained (truthfully I think) that I didn't hate anyone and self isolation is a symptom of my condition.
When I saw my daughter before Christmas (she is now a days drive away!) I told her gently that I had PTSD. This was news to her. I told her not to worry too much, I am in Therapy! Cause therapy always works... I don't think i scared her too bad. She's 13, going on 19 I think... But she does have the one available secure attachment point my heart can afford...
Okay, there is a lot in that first paragraph to unpack. It has been a rough decade. Or five.