I was adopted at 2 years old so that I could be a sister to my adopted sister. I know it to be fact, so no discussion here. Personally I think it is a sh*tty reason to acquire a child. It didn't work out so well as I had some pretty good issues back when I was 2 and my 'sister' was 8. She hated me, therefore so did my mother.
When I was 14, my birth parents had a sister who was biological on both sides, mother and father. My bio mother contacted children's aid when she was born, trying to provide my bio sister with her older sibling; me. It was understood when I did eventually meet by bio parents at 18 that I was meant to be a good sister to her in every way.
See a pattern here? Anyways, my life just seems to be one thing to another like this. I am allowed to be a mother, as long as I am a 'great' mother. No faults. A daughter as long as I am a great daughter, no faults. A sister, as long as I am a great sister, no faults. News flash. It may be just one (;)) but I do have a fault. It is a core fault. I am not perfect.
Last night I got angry. First time ever. I am staying at a friends place and his son (we will call him John) was the target of my anger. I was flashing and he had no responsibility in my being angry. I didn't go ballistic, I spoke to him sharply. I recovered slightly and apologized and then explained my behaviour to him a little more clearly later in the evening.
My friend said this to me last night: 'We want you here Shimmerz, don't ever think we don't' (long story behind this including past reactive behaviour and feelings of not being wanted). That was fine, but what he said next totally got to me. 'You are so good for John, of course we want you here.'
So what does that mean? That as long as I am good for John then I am worthwhile having around? One more wrong move or perceived imperfection and I am hoofed to the curb? I super appreciate being allowed to stay here, please don't misunderstand that, but am I here, again, just because I serve a useful purpose here? If I can't properly serve this purpose (and this is relative to the person who defines useful) am I truly worthless? I am not asking if I should be seen as worthless but instead, am I, through my actions perpetuating this idea that I am worthwhile to have around only if I serve a purpose to others? Sorry, not certain I am making sense, was a rough night.
When I was 14, my birth parents had a sister who was biological on both sides, mother and father. My bio mother contacted children's aid when she was born, trying to provide my bio sister with her older sibling; me. It was understood when I did eventually meet by bio parents at 18 that I was meant to be a good sister to her in every way.
See a pattern here? Anyways, my life just seems to be one thing to another like this. I am allowed to be a mother, as long as I am a 'great' mother. No faults. A daughter as long as I am a great daughter, no faults. A sister, as long as I am a great sister, no faults. News flash. It may be just one (;)) but I do have a fault. It is a core fault. I am not perfect.
Last night I got angry. First time ever. I am staying at a friends place and his son (we will call him John) was the target of my anger. I was flashing and he had no responsibility in my being angry. I didn't go ballistic, I spoke to him sharply. I recovered slightly and apologized and then explained my behaviour to him a little more clearly later in the evening.
My friend said this to me last night: 'We want you here Shimmerz, don't ever think we don't' (long story behind this including past reactive behaviour and feelings of not being wanted). That was fine, but what he said next totally got to me. 'You are so good for John, of course we want you here.'
So what does that mean? That as long as I am good for John then I am worthwhile having around? One more wrong move or perceived imperfection and I am hoofed to the curb? I super appreciate being allowed to stay here, please don't misunderstand that, but am I here, again, just because I serve a useful purpose here? If I can't properly serve this purpose (and this is relative to the person who defines useful) am I truly worthless? I am not asking if I should be seen as worthless but instead, am I, through my actions perpetuating this idea that I am worthwhile to have around only if I serve a purpose to others? Sorry, not certain I am making sense, was a rough night.