It is a while since I’ve written a more personal blog. Unfortunately, the old patterns are still there. When I’m having a bad day, my thoughts go back to my emotional and physical struggles as a child and how I struggled not knowing what was wrong with me.
The worst part of my childhood was living with the emotional frustration and ignorance because I didn’t have a diagnosis. Having to wait 46 years to find out made me angry and frustrated and those became my struggles.
Between other family members telling me there was nothing wrong and my failing to comprehend exactly what I was dealing with, compounded those struggles. The irony is that underneath the anger I was caring, compassionate and empathetic.
Just months before my father passed, he mentioned that out of all his children, that underneath I was the most caring, compassionate and empathetic. It’s a pity he failed to tell me that.