I alluded to this, the boy who dreamed in my poem was me.
When I was a child I lived in a fantasy world inside my mind. I have only recently remembered this as memories from my childhood were blocked.
During a recent long period of therapy my counsellor was teasing out the underlying cause for some of my mental health issues and my childhood memories started flooding back.
I talked to my sister about these as bizarrely we had never discussed it. I found during these chats that my sister had similar mental health symptoms to me albeit luckily she didn’t have the propensity to spectacularly blow up like I did.
I have taken two things from this.
Firstly, it has reinforced to me how important a child’s formative years are. They are not only growing physically and mentally but emotionally as well. All children need love and care to foster all their wellbeing.
Secondly, it’s good to talk. I do wonder if my sister and I had talked earlier whether things would have been different. This was a lesson for me, so now I talk!