I really want children and I want them to have the childhood that I did not have. My fiancee had a normal life and she has been helping me learn what children do, what they read and play with. I skipped most of that. Cartoons, comic books, all that was trash to me. Superheroes did not exist. There was no one to save me but myself. My only goal was survival, to claw my way out of the devil's zone.
When my fiancee's niece visits, I look forward to reading books with her because I am learning and catching up with everyone else. My fiancee used to be shocked that I have never read the children's books that all children read. She stopped asking me years ago if I have read certain books because the answer was always the same. "No. Never heard of it." I never told her but it was a massive trigger and really set me off because it would make me think of my childhood. I really try to never think of that because I get angry that I was robbed of happiness and all the things children do. I think of my father and I start thinking "I am bigger now. Stronger. Trained in violence. I should go give him a piece of what he gave me." but that would get me nowhere and change nothing.
At the same time, I am terrified that I would be just like my father. That is why I am trying to learn how to cope with PTSD and why, for the first time in my life, I am going to start therapy. I can not be like my father. I must learn to control my rage. I never want to make a child terrified, that would destroy me.
When my fiancee's niece visits, I look forward to reading books with her because I am learning and catching up with everyone else. My fiancee used to be shocked that I have never read the children's books that all children read. She stopped asking me years ago if I have read certain books because the answer was always the same. "No. Never heard of it." I never told her but it was a massive trigger and really set me off because it would make me think of my childhood. I really try to never think of that because I get angry that I was robbed of happiness and all the things children do. I think of my father and I start thinking "I am bigger now. Stronger. Trained in violence. I should go give him a piece of what he gave me." but that would get me nowhere and change nothing.
At the same time, I am terrified that I would be just like my father. That is why I am trying to learn how to cope with PTSD and why, for the first time in my life, I am going to start therapy. I can not be like my father. I must learn to control my rage. I never want to make a child terrified, that would destroy me.