EMDR

We went to my uncle Buck and aunt Jerry's house for Thanksgiving tonight. My aunt loves dogs and has taken in foster dogs for years now. It bothers my father the most, not that any of the rest of us are all too thrilled with the dogs either. After we ate, I heard my Aunt Jerry explain something called EMDR to my parents. She told them it's a sort of therapy for trauma survivors. This startled me. Am I really a trauma survivor? I hadn't thought of it that way. As has been tradition for years now after we ate, Jack and I went with my Aunt Jerry to the soup kitchen to donate our leftovers from the main meal. My aunt questioned us more than I had been prepared for, although she mostly questioned Jack because she said it's obvious how I'm doing. It was in the car though, that I heard the most comforting words out of Jack since that night. He looked me in the eyes, and told me, You didn't kill Cameron, and that in itself made my day. When we got back to the house and sat down for dessert, we were supposed to say what we were thankful for. My dad went first, saying something about how we have a lot to be thankful for, and then he looked at me and Jack. He couldn't finish his sentence, or start a new one. I've never seen my dad like that before. He was overwhelmed with thoughts of the accident, and it brought back the screaming, stopped, for me.