My father kept us imprisoned in the house. He would take me to and from school, and my mother to and from work.
Sometimes I would be allowed to go with him to do the weekly food shopping. That was it. The rest of the time, we were props from him to unleash his insanity onto.
As I grew older, my mother convinced him to let her take me to the doctor with her, by ourselves. She would then tell me to go visit with friends, then we would meet back up and go home together, with him none the wiser.
Sometimes my mother is in my dreams and for a split second when I wake up I have forgotten she has passed away.
What a life it has been.
Both my parents were the prison wardens of my life; without hijacking your post I’ll just say I grew up in a very uncharacteristic way for someone born early 70s. All those memes where they say they rode bikes all day with their friends and had to come home before the street lights came on and mucked about building cubbies etc., I cannot at all relate to. It’s hard when you can be long out of an abusive situation and it still just randomly pops up for no reason, like you’re out of it but never really free. It took a shamefully long time into my adulthood to realise that I am an adult, and have to employ my own initiative in life. I’m glad you’re out of that situation, and I hope the random “pop up” trauma doesn’t trouble you too much 🙏🏼
I’m glad you made it out and are here now.
Stories like this one, make me tear up knowing there are families out there living in forced nightmares.
Bro. thats… thats so shit. I’m glad you are free now. Cant physically hug ya so go stand in front of a mirror give yourself a big hug and pretend for me, ok?
Everyone gets a present.
My birth certificate got lost somewhere in the house a year or so ago and after many unsuccessful attempts to find it, I’d decided today was going to be the day I’d apply for a new one. Checked the Justice services joint in Broady was open and off I went on the bus and train. Sign on the door apologising for inconvenience but they are no longer processing BD&M requests, scan the QR code for a list of other locations and go there. Ok, so I did and Reservoir was the closest, so off I went on the bus and train. Get to Reservoir and the same sign is on their front door!
Ended up getting photocopied notarised documents and submitted online, which I didn’t want to do because I hate sending personal ID documents online, would much rather do in person. I just don’t feel safe. The website is an utter shitshow, wouldn’t accept my postal address, I’ve seen window cleaning junkies work more effectively.
So I got home and baked brownies with the kids, and they are fudgy and delicious (the brownies not the kids)
I am patient when it comes to technology, I am well trained, I read instructions very carefully
pisses me off no end when i am gaslighted telling me I don’t know what I am doing , godamm fucking air cleaner has the wrong filters and I can’t fix it without the right parts, just like I said 2 years ago
thank you for listening to my rant
I think I’ve overdone my stress eating.
Hello carbos, my old friend,
I’ve come to gnaw on you again,
Nighttime I dream I’m consuming
Noodles, pasta, rice I’m wanting
But eventually you’ll turn to sugar from grain
And cause me pain
From diabetes
and through the salted water I saw
A hundred noodles maybe more
Softly bubbling without leaking
They float around and they’re not sticking
I’ve already had about half a cup of rice but I’m about to chow down on some chips… definitely craving the carbs tonight as well.
