Content Notice: This story contains references to child abuse.
Every day of my childhood, I experienced abuse at the hands of my physician father.
I developed signs and symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Every time something reminded me of his abuse I’d show symptoms: heart-pounding, avoidance, feeling critical of myself, becoming easily startled, and an overwhelming sense of guilt. Despite the long-term effects of how my dad treated me, I too went into the medical field. I always knew I would. I admired the healer in my dad and had always envisioned this role for myself because of my same ability to build meaningful relationships, and my innate desire to want to help others.