Feeling Safe

by Lara Donachie excerpted from Parenting with PTSD: the impact of childhood abuse on parenting Having children was one of the most purposeful choices I've made in my life. I think subconsciously I thought it might provide healing from the most recent assault on my body. People questioned whether I should wait until I worked … Continue reading Feeling Safe


Parenting with PTSD Press Release

Parenting with PTSD: The Impact of Childhood Abuse on Parenting   October 12, 2017 marks the release of Parenting with PTSD, a book for parenting survivors of childhood abuse, their families; as well as, medical, mental health, family support, and direct-care human service providers. Parenting when you have experienced childhood abuse can feel like walking … Continue reading Parenting with PTSD Press Release

The Advantages of Telling Your Kids About Your PTSD

My Post Traumatic Stress Disorder diagnosis has always been a reality for my kids. A survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I was officially diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), depression, and anxiety in 2006. At that point, my boys were four and one year old. One of the advantages of having this combination of … Continue reading The Advantages of Telling Your Kids About Your PTSD

The Gift of an Imperfect Mother

/ "Momma, I feel sad and I don’t know why.” Startled to find my daughter so upset, I walked to her bed and put her on my lap. She nuzzled her head in to the crook of my neck and cried. I pulled her away a bit so that I could see her face. There it was. Pale lips … Continue reading The Gift of an Imperfect Mother

Please Don’t Judge Me by the Worst (or Best) 5 Minutes of My Day

The laughter after the tantrum. Photo by Michele Mateus Photography It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and I was tooling around the neighbourhood on my bike with my toddler, just enjoying life, when I heard from across the street: “Stop making it look so easy, you are making us look bad.” Stunned, I made a … Continue reading Please Don’t Judge Me by the Worst (or Best) 5 Minutes of My Day