Childhood
"Help, I Fell And I Can't Get Up!"
This will be this first time I’ve shared this secret and I know my mom will be shocked if she ever finds out. Even as an adult I do not think I want to admit my truth, although it’s funny now that I think about it, back then it would have gotten me in a lot of trouble had my mom known what really happened. Ok here it goes, back in the early nineties I was around ten years old, me my mom and sister lived with my grandmother and other family members. It was a total of eleven people in one house and I was always finding ways to get attention from my mom. I was a very active kid and I always wanted to be seen and heard, I would do something outrageous just to get some kind of reaction from someone in the house we lived in. For an example, my uncle had a Sega Genesis, and when he went to work, I would sneak in his bedroom and play his video games. One day I was playing the video game, and I glanced to my left and on my uncle's dresser, I noticed he had some clippers. I turned the game off and became “Curious Cathy” and started to examine the clippers.
By Paris Fenison4 years ago in Confessions
Unsent Sentiments
Dear Mummy, I don’t know what to say. You are comforting and I can feel you genuinely want to be nicer to me. I wish I could have a worse memory and let us start from scratch. But I just can’t let go of all the things you said, all the things you did and how much you passed on to me. I know you were treated so badly too, I know your behaviour had a reason, that you were so torn down by everyone and everything. It's weird, I feel like looking at our relationship is like looking through 3D glasses. On one hand, I got my heritage from you, my appreciation of beautiful things, common sense and magic. But on the other end there is anger, paranoia and shame. It’s so hard mummy, you hurt me so much when I was your child. After being distanced, being in different countries, and now back again, you treat me better. I see the glimpses of improvement, but I just can’t get over it. The uncomfortable twitch inside my gut wriggling and writhing around reminding me of how it was. You give me these warm hugs and the worm in me sends me chills and I just can’t return the warmth.
By Corriander4 years ago in Confessions
The Abandoned Kid
When you think of your childhood usually its not with dread and fear, mine was. I didn't have a steady childhood I was in and out of foster care from 3 years to 10. I remember the fear wasn't because I was scared of someone. No that came later. It was rather I was good enough or cute enough for a family to like me. Most of the time it was the constant worry about my siblings. See when my life changed forever it was hard to realize that the system, as scary as it is, was better than where I was. It all came to a boil in October of 1993.
By Brandi Gillaspie4 years ago in Confessions
A shameful daughter tales
We’re all here because of the love our parents has for a little “playtime” right? Lol, we may not know (definitely don’t want to know) how EXACTLY we got here but we do know the “do” was done. Some of us have mother’s and no father and we tend to give our mothers the father role because the man who helped concieve us were out not in the picture. Well at least I know for years my mother gave herself that role and even played it well.
By Keasha Sanders4 years ago in Confessions
What I Never Wanted to Say
Dear Mom, I have a confession to make. Lately I’ve been thinking back on my childhood—from my earliest memory through the day I moved out. It shocked me to realize we disagreed about so many things. Seems like we were at odds a lot more than we were in agreement. I’m not saying you didn’t love me or weren’t there when and how I needed you. Only that there were things I couldn’t say to you because we didn’t have that sitcom mother/daughter relationship I always coveted.
By Staci Troilo4 years ago in Confessions
From Love to Hate. And Back Again
Dear Mum, The love a mother has for their children is almost indescribable. It’s pure and unconditional. At least - it's supposed to be. A mother is supposed to be open with their affection and selfless when it comes to their children.
By MissJ1genz4 years ago in Confessions
Sweet mother
Hey Mother I am never told you this before because I was scared to see how you will react. I know you raised me to be true to you no matter what. Do you remember when I was ten years old?. You find a lot of goodies in my bag from school. when you asked me where I get it. I told you that I bought them. It was not true.
By stephanie cetoute4 years ago in Confessions
Alone Adventures
"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but...” Actually let me start off with saying I love you as do all five of my other siblings. You gave us life and protected us well into Adult hood. Your so beautiful and full of life doubting the strong "King with tits" that you showed through sacrificing your time to make sure we didn't end up ended but well taken care of. You are a true inspiration, the reason I am who I am today. No difference we have will ever ruin our bond, it's a never-ending treasure.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions
Hearing problems
I had always been a quiet child I was really shy and took many years to come out of my shell and be more confident. In elementary school I never would have put my hand up to answer a question not even if you bribed me with a million dollars or unlimited amounts of chocolate. As the year went on not many concerns were raised until the teacher marked my test and was surprised that I had done really well as I never make contributions in class or never really participated in group work. Over the summer break my teacher put me forward to take some tests, testing for things such as autism etc but the funniest part about it all was that I was submitted for a hearing test despite having no difficulty with my hearing. Surprise surprise there was no issues with my hearing which my teacher was so shocked by and couldn’t understand why a made so little contribution in class as I clearly knew lots of things evident from my tests and I simply replied “I don’t like putting my hand up and I also never like the people I work in groups with as well as being extremely lazy” so the teacher made some changes to the groups and accepted the fact that I was a little shy but tried to get me to put my hand up more.
By Adelle Webster4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mother
Dear Mother, It has been 10 years since we have talked, but I want you to know that, not a day goes by that you do not cross my mind. I am forty-one now and so much has occurred in the last ten years. First, genetics finally caught up with me. You were twenty-five when you had your first heart attack- I was lucky to dodge the bullet till thirty-nine ( I guess I was doing something right- insert crying laughing emoji) After two heart attacks with a coding incident, one pacemaker, six blood clots and taking a handful of pills on purpose daily- I am happy to announce that I am still here to continue seeing your grandchildren who are now fifteen and sixteen, make it to adult hood. I say this because, with the uncensored reality of my mortality -there is something vital I need you to know before we see one another. I know the day will come, and we will be face to face, so I want to clear the air, so we can start our second relationship fresh.
By Andrea Cummings4 years ago in Confessions
