The Flood

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!

Blessed Be.

7 thoughts on “The Flood

  1. Yes! It is amazing when you discover that certain assumptions you always had were based on totally incorrect facts. My brother and I were separated by life when he was 11 and I was 8 and we have remained geographically apart so we have seldom had the chance to really talk. Last year I finally opened up to him via email. I’m not sure it was particularly good for him but as far as I know he has never had mental health issues. For me it was life changing to share a bad memory that I carried alone for 54 years. Glad to know it is helping you to talk.

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    1. I’m so glad to hear that talking to your brother was beneficial for you. Carrying these things within is often the worse and it just builds up and slowly eats away at you. For me and my sister and it sounds like you also it felt like a huge weight had been lifted.

      I’m not one to wish back but if I had my time again I would have had the chats a lot earlier.

      Thanks again for another insightful comment. It’s truly appreciated.

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  2. Excellent post, Stuart.
    My siblings are 6 years younger than I. We certainly have different perspectives on how we grew up. To them, my mother was the bad guy for protecting them from our father. (I too, fall under the bad guy category too).
    They were too young to have seen the violence, drunkenness, and mental, emotional, and at times, physical abuse.
    Needless to say, My siblings wrote me off because of my mental illness… They see it as a weakness.
    A sad fact of the matter is, they need to take a good long hard look in the mirror at themselves. Both alcoholics, with mental illness too. Brother is on skid row for crying out loud. He’s too proud to take advice from anyone.
    I wish my family was open and could talk about things in an honest and safe manner. I’m happy you have that.

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    1. I’m so sorry to hear your story Becky. Families are a problem as they will not accept sometimes what is front of their eyes. Even though my sister and I have talked my parents wouldn’t consider it, so now I am completely cut off from them. To be honest I’m glad it is that way as they have never been a positive influence in my life.

      They say blood is thicker than water but I don’t feel that way. Just because we are biologically connected that doesn’t make us all a family. The family comes from love, care and nurturing in my opinion.

      Many thanks for your honest comments Becky.

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      1. They may say, “Blood is thicker”, but they are wrong!
        I’m not even phased anymore with not speaking to my siblings.
        I have good friends and I have this place (WP Blogging Buddies) that make up for the loss of ignorant fools like my brother and sister.
        Just be the best version of yourself tat you can be… Nothing more, nothing less. 🤗

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