An abnormal childhood

Guest Author: Jennifer

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Our childhood was far from normal.

Our Mom had epilepsy, so we witnessed lots of Grand Mal seizures.

She passed away. Leaving behind Dad, my brother and I.

Well, soon after she passed away my Dad started touching me inappropriately. There was always some physical abuse in the form of excessive spanking for wrong doings. Dad met another woman a few months later and the touching stopped.  He married her a year after mom died. We were never allowed to grieve our mom. But the emotional/physical abuse didn’t stop.

I became a real introvert.

At the age of 14 I went into foster care and my brother went to live with his friend and his family.

I lived in foster care until the age of 18, where I finished high school in the city. We lived on the farm. They were great, supportive foster parents but due to all of my history I sunk into a depression as a teenager. I became a real introvert.

At age 19 I had a son, he’s now 23.

At 21 , I started working in a nursing home. I worked there up until a year ago, when I had to take time off due to shoulder surgery and a back injury. At times, I still going through low times, but I am now married and am raising a 10-year-old step daughter.

Some days are hard to get motivated to do anything.

Sometimes with the pain, I start to feel really down. I have a few good friends I can call on, which is good. But sometimes I prefer to be alone. Or if that’s not possible, I’d rather just be with my daughter and husband.

I feel bad I can’t work, even though I have some disability coming in. I look after the house and our daughter the best I can but sometimes I want to do more but can’t. Some days are hard to get motivated to do anything. Sometimes when my husband is away I start to feel depressed and occasionally, I experience anxiety attacks.

Just to add one more thing, my dad passed away three years ago.

It’s been a tough road, but I’m fighting. Thank you for listening.

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