family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
A Change of Scenery
The beach house was the last place I wanted to be. Mom's friend Marcia Grayson had offered over the timeshare residence for a long weekend so that I could "get away from it all." And, of course, Mother dearest had pounced on the opportunity, citing a need for a vacation for herself as well as a reprieve for me after being released from the hospital. I know I probably sounded like an elitist little brat who spat out the distaste of silver spoons feeding me peeled grapes, but after a mental breakdown your priorities ran a bit different. No matter what my psychiatrist might have told you, I probably could have survived with just Netflix and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Psyche
This is Real Life
INTRODUCTION My story is one that isnt often told, even though the events happen every day around the world. It contains events of child abuse and molestation, drug abuse and death. Some parts may not be for the faint of heart, but more exposure to these kinds of things needs to happen. The childhood that my brothers and I experiences ultimately let to a path that resulted in my younger brothers death as a middle aged adult. Unfortunately, he was steered onto this path at a very early age, and was set up for failure in life, starting as a child.
By Wendy batts5 years ago in Psyche
Being a parent to a transgender child
On April 30, 1993, Betty Lou came into the world. She was a beautiful child and she was the bright light in my life. The older she became, the more exquisite she became in beauty. On a trip to Mexico with the family at about age seven, the photographer who captured the moment on film was so impressed by her beauty that he hung her photographs in his shop window.
By Terry Mattison5 years ago in Psyche
A Journey Into The Past
A Journey Into The Past Mike stood in the cold, puzzled, confused, and to his dismay, was left alone. Struck by the wind of the past, a gloomy cloud came close, unfolding the memory of a pale orphanage. The orphanage was as dull as a pencil worn out from writing. Mike was young then, just turned ten, and the little one, Stanley, was only five years old. Mike’s eyes were piercing the sky, trying to escape his abandoned memories.
By Manel Abroug5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Mema
Dear Mema, One day when I was just a little girl, you took me aside after I had a spat with my cousin. You asked what we were fighting about and I shared that she said that my invisible friend “Sarah” wasn’t real and was mean about it. After talking for a while, I calmed down and went to leave to go play with the other kids again. But you stopped me and said something that I brushed off at the time – you said that I was more like you than I realized.
By The Schizophrenic Mom5 years ago in Psyche
Problems with New Parenting Education
I have schizophrenia and severe anxiety. It might sound weird, but one of my most common auditory and visual hallucinations are spiders – massive 2-5 foot across, neon green, red-eyed, furry spiders. And I have been thankful for one of them. He is slightly different than the other ones in that he has bright, light blue eyes. This guy “hatched” just before I found out that I was pregnant, was close to me throughout my entire pregnancy (and grew with my tummy), laid on my tummy during active labor, and he adopted my son as his own. He was there through the entire pregnancy and I knew that he wouldn’t let me hurt my son.
By The Schizophrenic Mom5 years ago in Psyche
The Strongest Lady We Knew
Our Dearest Friend, It’s been a year since you left us and some days it’s still hard to believe that you’re gone. You were the strongest of us all- always there for the rest of us. Two of us had mother’s that moved us in and out of town frequently, but we knew that we always had a friend when we came back.
By Wendy Leggett5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Me
Dear me, I know that I haven't always treated you respectfully or validated you. I know that you have always had to be strong in some way. Strong for your six younger siblings, who looked to you for support security and comfort while growing up. For your dad who struggled with addiction (and eventually left). You had to be strong for your mom who worked three jobs just to provide for the family but was still cold and distant from you. I know you most of all had to be strong for yourself. I know your struggles because I am you.
By Tae Decoite5 years ago in Psyche
