Jessie21

Hi everyone, as you are aware I have posted previously under PTSD and Happy Mothers Day. I am 70 years old female. I was born out in the country with two older brothers and a Mum and Dad. I would not say my life was completely bad and I can remember lots of good times too. Life was a lot simpler in the country in the 50s and 60s. My mum and Dad were not happy and argued a lot. My Dad loved the pub and the pokies and I found not easy to get on with. I now realise our parents went through 2nd world war and both had their demons. My eldest brother by 6 years loved to bully and tease me. I found he was always very inappropriate towards me until he ended up sexually abusing me at 12. So i disliked him and tried to keep out of his way. My second brother was 4 years older then me and he was kind and gentle. Unfortunately he died with my Dad in a MVA when I was 19. They were in the car in front of us so I actually saw the accident. Which was traumatic for my mum and myself. Because I had a two year old daughter and a 9 mth old baby I just had to pull myself together and do my job and be a good mother. My mother needed me more then I was able to be therefore her. It was very hard losing both a son and her husband. My first husband and I moved a lot to further his career and I attempted to settle my kids in and attempt to study long distance in social work. My husband then decided it might be a good idea to have an affair whilst I was 8 mths pregnant with our third child. Again I tried to be there for my kids, postnatal depression and continuing to complete my degree. I was a mess but some how I managed. Divorce with two of my kids off at Uni I started my career in aged care where I worked for 30 years. My values are strong on advocacy for my clients which often did not sit well with the organisations I worked for who though not for profit were really for profit to detriment of our clients. I experienced agreat deal of bullying from my managers so would move on. I married a wonderful man who had the care of his three daughters. They a very supportive of each other and were demanding and often difficult to get on with. I don’t know how I did it with my youngest son with attitude too and did not like his step sisters. I would say my mental health is crap and I am highly protective of myself now. So if you give me grief for no good reason then I will avoid that person. Self care now for me.