Asked the 4-year-old what he used to scratch up the lenses of my reading glasses. He said “a nail.” I figured that made sense, something a little boy would do. I tossed ’em in the garbage.
That’s it. No screaming. No swearing or throwing things or kicking shit. Just laughed at my dumb ass for leaving my glasses where a little boy could get them with a nail. No tantrum. No surrender to childhood lessons in rage. No being swamped by PTSD.
It took a metric fuck-tonne of hard work to put down all that shit. But I did. You can, too.