Way back many years ago around the time I was 14 years old, there was an incident that happened with me and my younger brother. I don't think I had hid this experience from my consciousness, but I never fully realized just what impact it had on my life. In reality, I just chalked it up to another one of those experiences from my traumatic past that I had to heal and work through. In fact, I thought I had worked through it, but then healing trauma is a process, not necessarily an end point like so many often believe.
In this experience, my mother (God rest her soul) who hardly ever whipped us, got upset with something my younger brother and I were doing. I cannot even remember what it was to this day that sparked the whipping. I really doubt it was much of any significance. In our house, the slightest breath could get you whipped. I recognize she was having issues with my father and more than likely took that out on us, rather than dealing with it in her own life.
