Can I say, it wouldn’t matter what physical conditions of how one lived, as long as there was love and support.
But when there isn’t, makes any living condition void of comfort.
I gave my children (a boy and a girl) something my mother never gave me....love.
I yearned it so much, that once I had my babies, it healed that void, that ‘emptyness’.
I never understood it until that time.
Then it started to dawn on me how much molly coddling my younger brother had, but I expected it was because he was a lot younger than me and that I was meant to be more grown up.
There is 5.2 years age difference.
Trouble is, he never grew up. He had been and still is “mommy’s boy” and he is an absolute selfish, self important, with an huge sense of entitlement prick.
He was the one that caused jealous divisiveness in the family.
He wins.
I wanted togetherness, forgiveness, support and love.
I lost.
Before I read this thread, I was actually talking out to mum saying how f ked up it all is, asking if she is happy now seeing all this?
And I cry a little.
I do feel sorry for her and what she went through in life, but that does not excuse her misogyny (big word I only learnt a few years ago) towards me.
A couple years before she passed, I asked her, why I was to walk alone to school? (Age 6-8). She said she would watch me go up the road.
Strange that. I think if I had been abducted quickly from side of road, how fast could she get there to protect me?
I nearly was abducted. Age 7.5. (1961) Walking along, alone, etc from Westgarth Central School towards Northcote, desolate railroad track on one side, houses on another. A slimy looking ‘boogeyman’ (as I thought of strangers) in a grey panel van with no windows, looked smiled and winked at me.(I still remember what he looks like to this day!)
I felt instinctive distrust. I kept my eye on him going up the road, then turning his car around coming towards me. Fear grew in me then!
Because of the first half of life I lived in country, and knew no boundary, I sprinted as fast as I could, feeling absolute fear, taking shortcuts up alleyways, through people’s back yards and onto a different road direction towards a corner PO.
I went into that PO. Stood there, and a woman cane out, saw it was ‘just a kid’ and went to back of shop. I went under the counter, sat there, keeping my eye on the entry, and ready to bolt towards back of shop.
My instincts are my saviour. I looked after me. No adult did.
Kid world. Alone world. Misunderstood world. Uncaring world.
Every time I walked to and from school I was scared he would come back, I was always watching out. Six months later at age 8 there was a for sale sign on front of my home. I remember feeling happy we were leaving that area.
Paedophiles were probably rife in those days with kids for the pickings.
I did see from my front bedroom window a boy, I didn’t recognise him from my area, standing across the road near the railway overhead walkway.
Wondering what he was doing there!
He was heaving and crying and his clothes were all messy.
I saw a car pull over near him.
A beautiful elegant looking woman in a lovely black stylish dress, got out of the car, gently stooping down to talk to him, and looking around puzzled.
I felt she wanted to help him, after a while, that boy (looked about 6-7 yrs of age) trusted that elegant gentle lady and went in the car.
I felt relieved that “lost boy” would be okay and go home.
(They probably took him to police station).
So there you have it.
I was lucky I was a little Tarzan that mistrusted people.
I grew up first 4 years of my life living isolated on a farm with animals as my companions.
They taught me a certain “instinct” of survival.
By the way, I never allowed my children to walk anywhere, I took them by car everywhere!
That paranoia of a near miss being abducted, made me a very protective mum!
A song for all you that have come through your own struggles 👍