I am the KeyMaster
Gatekeeping in the home. Who holds the keys? Who guards the doors and tells you that you can’t enter here?
Another piece in my series on GateKeeping.
Mother’s Day Hangover: Part Deuce
Start thinking about gatekeeping. If you’ve ever been told you can’t feel a certain way because you don’t fit a certain demographic, then you’ve been talking to a GateKeeper. This post is directly related to my last post on sexual abuse. It’s what I’ve experienced trying to tell people about my pain. People suck though. Hope this helps someone heal.
The Disturbed Dad 