This is my first post on here, and I'm starting with something easy (not too confronting), but I'm curious to know whether these are things others relate to.
I had difficult childhood, although I am sure it wasn't the worst. At times I was terrified of my parents, but when I was about nine and a teacher at school told us to write a list of what we were afraid of, I wrote a list of every scary fantasy figure I could think of (giants, trolls etc.) and not a single real thing. I knew those things weren't real, and I remember sensing that there was something odd about what I chose to write, but I couldn't think clearly about why it was odd.
Later, when I was about 17, I decided it would be fun to write an autobiography, so I wrote about four exercise books. It was light and humorous. I had led a very limited life. I went to a girls' school and didn't know any boys and had never been on a date. But despite having little else to write about, I didn't mention my family at all. Again I remember feeling that it was a little odd but not quite being able to explain it.
I was in a family that hid the abuse even from itself and pretended everything was normal.
I had difficult childhood, although I am sure it wasn't the worst. At times I was terrified of my parents, but when I was about nine and a teacher at school told us to write a list of what we were afraid of, I wrote a list of every scary fantasy figure I could think of (giants, trolls etc.) and not a single real thing. I knew those things weren't real, and I remember sensing that there was something odd about what I chose to write, but I couldn't think clearly about why it was odd.
Later, when I was about 17, I decided it would be fun to write an autobiography, so I wrote about four exercise books. It was light and humorous. I had led a very limited life. I went to a girls' school and didn't know any boys and had never been on a date. But despite having little else to write about, I didn't mention my family at all. Again I remember feeling that it was a little odd but not quite being able to explain it.
I was in a family that hid the abuse even from itself and pretended everything was normal.