I am mostly easy going, kind, gentle, intelligent.   But within me, there is a lot of anxiety, a lot of heartbreak, a lot of sorrow,  a lot of frustration,  and a lot of anger.
     I have mentioned this, at points in this blog, that my father abused me, and my half sister and half brother, in a very sick way.
     In my late teens, I felt compelled to help my half sister, and I told her what happened to me.  My father found out and cut off all contact that I had with my half siblings.
     I think that the loss of my half siblings was worse than the abuse, that I endured, at my father’s hands.  It has been over 30 years since I have had a relationship with them.
      Last, I heard, my half brother , said that my claims were “bullshit”.  My half sister tried writing to me, until our father told her ” that she would never see her mother again, if she kept writing to me”.
    I don’t have any other siblings.  How do I resolve this heartbreak?
     I thought that I was doing alright, but my husband knows me very well, and told me, that I was having problems, that I was thinking of my father and my half siblings a lot.

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I’m Christine

My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?

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