Tag Archives: ptsd

The Storm I Couldn’t See Coming

Posted on May 13, 2025 by mitchteemley

Image by PortSundries My Real Memoir There’d been signs early on, but I was too young to know what they meant. In primary school I’d heard the phrase, “Step on a crack and break your mother’s back,” and started avoiding cracks. … Continue reading →

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The Hole in Her Heart

Posted on July 16, 2024 by mitchteemley

Left: photo by Gerhard Litz     –     Right: Dar, age 16 My Real Memoir My new love and I had let go the safe shores of our previous lives–Darlene (“Dar”) her childhood religion, and I my small-town fame. We … Continue reading →

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My Phobia

Posted on March 29, 2022 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir Last week I wrote about one of the darkest experiences of my life (it must have triggered some algorithm because WordPress cancelled all notifications). A train was involved. Then, a month later, a very different train encounter … Continue reading →

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I Dare You

Posted on March 22, 2022 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir (Heads-up: this was one of the darkest experiences of my life) My parents loved visiting their old friends JoAnne and Jack. Which left their only child Craig and me to “play” together. Craig was almost two years … Continue reading →

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My Phobia

Posted on February 12, 2018 by mitchteemley

Part Two: Into the Fog It was my buddy Jeff’s birthday. His mom decided to drive five of us to a Disney double-bill ten miles away across an unlit stretch called Dairy Valley. The pizza was great (all pizza is … Continue reading →

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My Phobia

Posted on February 9, 2018 by mitchteemley

Part One: I Dare You (Warning: Graphic violence) My parents loved visiting their old friends Don and Gina, who had an only child named Craig (I’m an only child, too). I didn’t really enjoy being with Craig, because, although I … Continue reading →

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