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Thirty Years Ago I Watched My Friend’s Father Drown. I Think About It Every Time My Children Go Near Water.

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Thirty Years Ago I Watched My Friend’s Father Drown. I Think About It Every Time My Children Go Near Water.

How can I let my kids enjoy the waterpark, pool or beach, when just a few seconds of fun floods my brain with PTSD?

Christie Tate
Sep 2, 2016
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