She picked up on ACEs a while ago and obviously thinks she knows everything. Someone has mentioned this book to her (no doubt she has it, not read it of course, it will just be there in her endless performative towers of never-read books) and now she is the expert.
Don’t let her get to you. I was spitting mad this morning but I know that the people who matter are the ones who are actually doing the research, putting the numbers into SPSS and writing the papers that she wouldn’t have a hope in hell of understanding. Just like we get upset when she goes on about food banks, the people who are there day in, day out are the ones who matter.
Her life is meaningless to those who need it most. From the children and adults who are reeling from the ACEs and didn’t have protective factors, to those who live in the towns she has never heard of (and would never, ever visit) who just quietly struggle as the news gets worse and worse. Her life can be summed up as a picture of a normal hand pretending to be an injured hand taken for likes on a pretty average Thursday afternoon.