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I am a 43 year old mother of 2, 22 yr old son, 17 yr old daughter, at this time in my life I want to be the best me I can be.
I think I have been a pretty good mother considering, my son tells me and his friends that it is a miracle that I was a good mother.
I was abused by my stepfather from the time I was 4 until I was 15 when I finally got up the nerve to tell my mother. My mother was abusive and unavailable to me.
I study anything I want to be good at, and that included being a mother. I am now dealing with the consequences of my not really dealing with my illness. My daughter has a lot of issues that I feel completely responsible for. We recently sent her to my cousin and she seems to be thriving there, probably the stress of never knowing what was going to send me into a PTSD rage or a PTSD depression was too much for her to bear.
I know that my relationship with my husband has suffered and I want him to understand me, I think he just thinks I am crazy most of the time.
I don't want to be on a bunch of drugs, I have come a long way, both of my kids can see a PTSD moment coming from a mile away. My husband, even after 23 years doesn't have a damn clue. I am much calmer without the kids here but, just saying that makes me feel like shit.
Enough for now, I don't trust easily. Ha, I guess you can all probably relate to that.
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I think I have been a pretty good mother considering, my son tells me and his friends that it is a miracle that I was a good mother.
I was abused by my stepfather from the time I was 4 until I was 15 when I finally got up the nerve to tell my mother. My mother was abusive and unavailable to me.
I study anything I want to be good at, and that included being a mother. I am now dealing with the consequences of my not really dealing with my illness. My daughter has a lot of issues that I feel completely responsible for. We recently sent her to my cousin and she seems to be thriving there, probably the stress of never knowing what was going to send me into a PTSD rage or a PTSD depression was too much for her to bear.
I know that my relationship with my husband has suffered and I want him to understand me, I think he just thinks I am crazy most of the time.
I don't want to be on a bunch of drugs, I have come a long way, both of my kids can see a PTSD moment coming from a mile away. My husband, even after 23 years doesn't have a damn clue. I am much calmer without the kids here but, just saying that makes me feel like shit.
Enough for now, I don't trust easily. Ha, I guess you can all probably relate to that.
<Edited for paragraphing, font style and grammar. Please use forum style text and commas not dots for punctuation. Thanks Amethist.>