I’ve talked about my “mother issues” here on the blog a number of times – how we were estranged for many years, how I hated Mother’s Day, etc.
It might have given the wrong impression, so I just wanted to let you know: I’m okay.
Yes, I did go through a lot as a youngster, and I carry some emotional scars.
However I wanted to clear something up, as I often get comments expressing sympathy and sorrow for what I have endured.
Although I carry emotional scars, I Must Confess: I’m no longer suffering or in pain 🙂 .
Let me explain with a couple of examples.
Can you see the scar on my index finger? I must have been about three years old when my finger got caught as my sister’s pram was being folded up. (Yes, the one in the picture at the top. That pram bites! Literally!). I still remember it!
Nearly 50 years later, the scar is still there. I still remember the incident, but it doesn’t hurt anymore or even make me wince.
Or how about this scar on my ankle (below)? I came off a bike when I was 20; it got quite infected and nasty before it healed up (because every time I walked, it broke open again). It was incredibly painful at the time, and an oozing mess, but nowadays – it’s there, but it doesn’t feel any different. It is just a part of who I am.
And that’s how it is with my emotional scars.
The wounds have healed up, and now they are just scars. I know they are there, but they don’t hurt any more. They are just a part of who I am today; it is part of my story which is why they sometimes crop up in my posts here on the blog.
It is my heartfelt wish that anybody who has been through mental, physical and emotional abuse like I have, will also find that the wounds eventually heal, and just scars are left.
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