Chel Campbell

I have hurt my child by accident, banging his fine-haired head on open car doors or slipping down the stairs, purpling my spent body to shield his from impact. I used to be able to nurse the hurt away, both of us grateful for the easy relief. My inner voice says I am never glad when an accident happens. Another voice says I want to hurt my child on purpose.  Those are the days when I am afraid to love my child, as if my love could eat him. My therapist says the past-abused often feel terrified that they or…