Let us call my mother Monique Jack met my mother, Monique while he was in Northern Québec visiting family. His father owned a tourist hunting camp far up on the St-Lawrence River. My mother was from a small village in Northern Québec and 12 years younger than he was. Monique was raised by two loving and young parents along with her 5 siblings. Monique left school after 8th grade to work as a cook in a hunting camp. Monique was a hard worker and absolutely beautiful. My father took an instant liking to her and took her fishing on their first date. Their courtship was a short one since they lived several hundred kilometers apart. Monique fell head over heels for her older man, a translator in Toronto, who often traveled. His life must have seemed very exciting from her point of view. They married in May of 1969 in Monique's hometown. On their wedding night Jack told her the truth about his profession. After t...
"Don't Shame the Family" is the story of how I came to have and live with PTSD. I promise to be as honest and transparent as I can with my own feelings and actions regardless of how humiliated I may feel. If my blog helps one person break the cycle of abuse and realize they're not alone, I will have succeeded.