Memoirs of a failed fixer...
Hi, my name is Ayse (Hi, Ayse)... and I'm a fixer. I've been reading psychology-type books and I learned that we basically end up at the same level of psychological health that our environmental family unit had (not really talking about genetics here). So to paint a picture of how I developed into the person I'm trying to grow out of, we have to look back to childhood. My childhood home was volatile, sort of like a dangerous chemistry experiment that is perfectly safe as long as no one sneezes. My dad had a temper, and it might be pertinent to point out that this was technically my step-dad. My biological father had issues also, but he and my mother divorced shortly after I was born. He didn't miss me much. So my dad came after and loved me and my mom and swept us away to military brat life... and he had a horrible temper. Most days things were fun and happy, but we never knew what exactly might set him off, so we were always on alert. He could come after any one of