I would be lying if I said that I hated my parents. Though they certainly deserve it. There have been times when I did feel hate against my parents. Why? They were not interested in me. Although, my mother said that my father only liked children until they were about 5 years old, and after only if they gave him sexual favors. I wanted a loving relationship with my mother. But she was busy trying to find a husband. Unfortunately the majority of men were drunks, and so was my mother. Life with her was Hell at times. She is not a communicator, she is a yeller and screamer. She said to me, “I am not very good at fighting “. I said “The key is not to fight , but to communicate”. But it has not changed.
Hello,
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?
Let’s connect
Join the fun!
Stay updated with our latest tutorials and ideas by joining our newsletter.
Leave a Reply