Born "different." Overcoming challenges that "normal" species members don't even notice. Constantly falling on his face. Flailing. Sometimes, freezing up with overstimulation. But always getting up and trying again.

Today, I'm talking about my wheeliepup Archie... As a metaphor. How does one wobbly dog exemplify the struggles of Complex Trauma? Or am I finally losing it as we stumble around the yard every day? 

Have a lot in common with Archie? Join the TMFR discord community at t-mfrs.com/join and check out the new Patreon page at www.patreon.com/traumatizedmotherfuckers to help me support this effort (the podcast and Archie, alike). Oh, and follow Archie's shit-eating progress yourself @archiewheeliepup on the socials.