A relatively mundane thing with profound significance in light of my experiences of the past year.

For most people, getting an e-mail like this (below) would hold almost no significance, but for me – after my surreal ordeal – even filling out the application was anxiety-provoking and upsetting, and receiving the e-mail was a huge relief.

While I have not done any research or reading on the subject, in my experience the impact of being illegally and wrongfully arrested in my kitchen (while home-schooling my 9-year-old son) eleven months ago has produced an extreme amount of PTSD around otherwise “small” “mundane” and “normal” things – like applying for volunteering clearance so I can be at school every day with my son (as he tries to work through the issues caused by his disabilities – his own anxieties and limitations in learning to socialize with others.)

I may say more about this later, but I wanted to share it with you in the meantime, as a glimpse into my “everyday” in the wake of the trauma of the persecution I have faced in the past 2-1/2 years.

Tamara Rubin
#LeadSafeMama