



She thought she’d moved on, but her new diagnosis illuminated the way her past continued to threaten her health, relationships, and career. After years of questioning what was wrong with herself, she was diagnosed with complex PTSD-a condition that occurs when trauma happens continuously, over the course of years.īoth of Foo’s parents abandoned her when she was a teenager, after years of physical and verbal abuse and neglect. But behind her office door, she was having panic attacks and sobbing at her desk every morning. As an Amazon Associate, I may earn a small amount from qualifying purchases.By age thirty, Stephanie Foo was successful on paper: She had her dream job as an award-winning radio producer at This American Life and a loving boyfriend. This post contains Amazon Affiliate links. What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex is available through: People who might be triggered by fairly blunt descriptions of the abuse she sustained should read this with caution. Foo’s personality, her problems, her strengths, and is well worth reading. This was a marvelous book with much insight into Ms. She tells her story with humor, despite its horrors. Fortunately, she has the wisdom to seek treatment from multiple mental health professionals-to quit those who didn’t help her. Foo freely admits to the anger and shame present in her life as well as her yearnings for love and the ability to love and trust in return. Foo endured), I felt sympathy and horror and relived much of my own maltreatment. As a survivor of childhood abuse (though not as horrific as that which Ms. She simultaneously places her entire life in review, revealing her most intimate feats and desires and journey to “normalcy” through self-help books and professional help. Foo begins years of research into the treatment and her ability to recover from the abuse. Stephanie Foo uses her journalism background to research and beautifully write her memoir of surviving long-term childhood abuse, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex.
