Let me tell you about the most dangerous book I have ever read.
The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk is a book which dives into the science of trauma and how it can literally remap your brain. I call it dangerous because I have personally known people who knew they needed a therapist and tried to jump into the book instead. It doesn't go well. I have also known therapists who told their patients, "You aren't ready for that book, yet." It is groundbreaking but it can also lead to some dark places. I know this because I read the book at the direction of my own therapist while being treated for PTSD.
One of those dark places in van der Kolk's book is the story of Kate Price which she tells in her memoir This Happened to Me. As with all memoirs, I want to make clear that my critique is purely based on how well the author tells her story. If it were only about Price's bravery in telling the story at all, it would be 5/5 stars and let's move on.
Unfortunately, the story is a problem with this book. First off, Price says before the book even starts that she created composite characters and shifted timelines. This is a personal pet peeve. I often find when authors do this that certain parts feel a bit too perfectly timed or perfectly said. It's not that I question the accuracy of the work, but merely find myself distracted with wondering when something was streamlined or if it happened exactly as presented. I fully acknowledge not all people will be bothered by this.
Another problem is that Price has cut this narrative way too much. This leads to assertions by Price which seem unsupported. For example, her grandfather is lambasted multiple times for only caring about money while also offering to pay off school debt. Again, I don't doubt Price's perspective, but she does not support it in the story. It left me wondering if I missed a page where she actually expounded on her viewpoint. She didn't, which made me wonder why she needed to say it at all. This is just one example, but it is not the only one. There are other sections which seem jammed into the narrative because she is proud of them, but they don't fit the overall flow.
Finally, Price reveals her trauma for all the world to see. There is no taking away from that. However, Price still has her guard up with the reader. The best memoirs which handle mental health are no holds barred with showing the effects of mental illness and trauma. The two best I have ever read are Jennette McCurdy's I am Glad My Mom Died and Maria Bamford's Sure, I'll Join Your Cult. The authors of these books do not shy away from the stories which show that trauma means you don't always have the right words, and you won't always make the right choice. Recovery is a long slow road which is not linear. The best example of Price's issues with this is the introduction of her husband. She talks somewhat briefly about her fear of entering a relationship but when her future husband comes along he is wonderful and supportive and always says the right thing. Price, again briefly, worries about revealing her trauma, but when she does it all goes swimmingly. It is all too neat and shiny. As a reader, I could feel so much had been cut out instead of giving the reader the full story. Even the best relationships have rocky moments and hard times. In a way, Price is actually not giving herself enough credit. She makes it look easier than it clearly was.
Ultimately, I just felt this book was unfinished. The sections with van der Kolk show what could have been because they seemed to be much more focused and detailed. However, other parts of the book felt like they were missing something. It's not a bad book, but it could have been much more.
(This book was provided as an advance reader copy by Gallery Books.)