Born in Providence


I’m a writer, artist and researcher recovering from an acute episode of life. Finding common threads of growing from adversity in fairy tales, creation stories and scripture left me assuming the blown-down houses, hysterical rulers and predatory wolves were somehow part of the plan. Everywhere I went looking for answers, which was most often in books, revealed hardships were part and parcel to having a heartbeat and if we persevered a gift, lesson or ability would reveal itself. I liked reading in closets, where it was safe, treating reading sessions like life-classes; Tragic beginning. Check. Girl on a solo, uncharted mission. Check. Talking forest creature to ensure my safety through the wilderness to a happy ending. Since no talking animals showed up to guide me, I became a therapist.

I practiced for nearly 10 years in a variety of settings which is one of the reasons I initially chose to write anonymously. I’ve since moved into administration but remain on the fence about full transparency. The lack of clarity associated with clinicians having and sharing a lived trauma history remains murky at best. Marsha Linehan talked about her hesitation in an interview with the New York Times in 2011. I’m cautiously invested in the process. Recently I’d been invited to speak on a panel with several other behavioral healthcare professionals who’d overcome various adversities. The workshop was cancelled. No one signed up. Anna Freud suggested that many join the profession to retain an illusion of power, using the title of ‘expert’ to distance ourselves from any lingering or unattended personal wounds. The letters after our name and certifications we earn act as a kind of shield. I tried running for years, to no avail. Learning to be with and embrace the truth about my life continues to offer the peace and substance I’d previously looked for in all the wrong places. What I notice about western culture is we’re lacking an emotional education. I know how to care for my teeth without being a dentist, but feelings get treated like hot potatoes. What do I do with this? Ooo! Oww! Ahh! Drop it! Similarly, if someone comes down with a physical illness we show up with a casserole and a get well card. Admission of P.T.S.D or panic attacks get blank stares and crickets.

Remaining anonymous was beginning to feel like lying. Someone recently told me I’m too self-protective. Early in my career I wrote an advocacy piece. When a colleague was told I’d written it, they laughed. She’s not that smart. I’m an introvert by nature which means I might someday write better than I speak. Worthlessness has also been a familiar outfit. I was afraid of hurting people but got tired of apologizing for and trying to hide the real me; classic codependence, shame or moral crisis? Probably all of the above. The final piece about hiding was how much the hypocrisy was bothering me. Part of our work as humans is in learning and teaching others to compassionately own all the parts of our lives encouraging collective growth. The truth is ultimately safer, lighter and more reliable.

I’m Christian. Don’t run away; I actually love people and have studied a variety of beliefs, noticing the majority of faith practices connect us to a moral compass and source of unconditional love. Each creation story is dressed up in different languages, customs, rituals, songs and clothes. Since I’m not omnipotent I can’t say which prophet is the real Slim Shady of the universe. Prophets are like life guides who love us. My source of unconditional love is something I value deeply, but I also respect all the other sources of spiritual teaching. Without getting into the weeds just know I don’t intend to use Jesus as a weapon. I love him and the way he loved people. Sitting at his feet, resisting the urge to clean or fix everything, continues to help me figure out how to be kind and feel safe in a world that’s often brutal, busy and confusing. That’s all.

The boring facts are I was literally born in Providence Rhode Island. Though my name suggests otherwise, my family lived in a housing project in Woonsocket the first 5 or 6 years of my life. We moved into a partially condemned apartment building to get out and things just kept getting better from there, meaning life has offered many colorful lessons. Thirteen years of those colorful lessons took place on Martha’s Vineyard, though it’s generally not associated with children of a lesser God. Rich people need their houses cleaned, kids watched, lawns mowed and trash picked up. My family was happy to oblige and the view didn’t suck.

The belief that continues to sustain me is that maybe we’re all born in Providence and pain or adversity are somehow part of the deal. I don’t believe God intends for us to suffer; but it seems like our earthly experience is some kind of spiritual education disguised as family dysfunction. I don’t know the whole, big, deep truth. I just attempt to write about it as way to end stigma, increase compassion and understanding and hopefully help a few people along the way. Isn’t that why we’re all here? My brother likes to joke that somewhere some people really are sitting on a picnic bench by a lake with boats, eating noodle salad. I’m a white woman who grew up and through real, often invalidated American poverty, a potpourri of complex trauma, an ongoing waltz with anorexia, anxiety, PTSD and body image dysmorphia. I like the F word and don’t own a t.v. If cigarettes didn’t scare me I’d probably still smoke. Aside from being darkly introspective and socially awkward, I love using humor to cope and refuse to take myself too seriously unless confronted by a pan of frosted brownies. I’m happily married to a man who’s obsessed with bikes and has turned our dining room into a garage. We’re permanently, radically, intentionally, politically and peacefully child-free. This is my blog which I hope to someday publish as a book. Thank you for reading it.

-E. Bouvier-Fitzgerald

*If you’re in need of professional help I sincerely encourage you to seek it.

**Please note mostly all names have been changed, some words will occasionally be misspelled, all photos are my own unless otherwise stated and I rarely brush my teeth before bed

35 thoughts on “Born in Providence

    • Yes! It’s a shame to see it within the profession. But Anna Freud said it is a function of ego-protection for many survivors of mental illness, addiction and abuse to become therapists and use their professional identity as a protective shield. Other things I’ve seen are simply well-intended ‘nice’ people with no lived experience of trauma become healthcare professionals and cast shame, blame and other forms of judgement onto survivors of trauma. I hope to be a voice of advocacy and change.

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  1. I have so much to say and simultaneously have no idea what to say after reading your about page. I’m a writer, so I should be able to organize this all into words. First, I would like to say that I honor what you are doing. It is both brave, really brave for you, but also so important for others. I don’t often see people do something so death-defyingly brave with their writing. I even less frequently see people dealing with such large things who are able to be so considerate of others and other ways of thinking and be open and…I don’t even know. You seem WISE and STRONG and I’m sure you are still stumbling through parts of this life thing but I consider that part of the previous mentioned capitalized adjectives. I really look forward to reading more of your blog and I will follow it, for sure, even though I am pretty darn sure some of what I read will be scary and uncomfortable. I don’t think it’s worth it to read, or for me write, something that doesn’t cause growth and yet it takes a lot to make that happen. Thank you for writing this and I hope you have a good support system for yourself as you write this. Writing it all out can be quite a shock to the system. <3!!

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  2. I agree that the stigma around mental illness needs to be removed and slowly it is beginning to happen but there is a long way to go. Thanks for sharing and thank you for your like on my post. Peace and blessings! 🙂

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  3. Your profile is so interesting. I don’t know if you have seen my blog but it took me 50 years before I was able to get therapy. It didn’t go so well, but writing my memoir cleansed me and God healed me through it. It is nice to meet you. I will be checking out more of your blog as time permits. God bless, Nancy

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  4. It’s so wonderful to meet you! After reading this, I feel like I have been blessed to connect with someone else in this amazing world of blogging who I can relate to in many ways. I am so happy you found and followed my blog. It is relieving to have a place where introverts, as ourselves, can communicate and express our thoughts!❤~Anne

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  5. A wonderful way to meet you with humor, and so courageous to admit that you ‘rarely brush your teeth before bed’. That takes guts! Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog. 🙂

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  6. This is a beautiful sharing. Thank you – I love what you wrote about your love of your own prophet and how you respect others’ beliefs. Your loving comes through your words, and I appreciate that! Thanks also for following my blog. Your presence is so welcome. Rumi’s quote (do you know it?) on meeting beyond the ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing is a key for what I practice with forgiveness, best I can. ❤

    Sending you blessings 🙂
    Debbie

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    • Thank you for this thought thoughtful comment Debbie. I’m not familiar with that particular Rumi quote but I’m a fan of his sayings. Respect, forgiveness, love; that’s what it’s all about. 🙏🏼

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