There they are @Zoe7 those wise, wise words. And @Former-Member has joined in to offer support, even hugs. I've NEVER had this before so thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, for listening and understanding. That doesn't happen often!
How did I deal with tnis at the time? I really have no idea! I even went to school that day, must have been traumatised, and in a catholic school too, which probably didn't offer any comfort. Years later, after the physical abuse especially, I found out there had been too much damage done and I could not have children. Even today if asked and it is surprisingly asked often, if I regret not having them, I rarely hesitate in saying no. But is this just a learned response? I always commented that teaching gave me plenty of kids, and I helped with my sister's kids and at one stage I was sure that I would foster. But it's all too late. Never expressed these doubts before either, so it's a day of recognitipn, I guess.
I'm sure, no, I know you understand those feelings of guilt and shame, but lately it's been a struggle to get away. And I have been snapping at my sister....it's just not me! So again I ask who the hell am I? If I don't recognise myself, who can? I don't want to shout it from the roof tops, noone close to me even knows that I'm struggling...but a little acknowledgement, I don't know would do what? Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrills of living has gone.. hope I'm not depressing anyone. But here I've finally found a place to cry out I guess. You see, I'm the one people come to, to talk, to listen, to vent, even to fix things, and I do... So why can't I do it for myself? It's just all too hard!
Justification, I spend days justifying my actions and get nowhere.
Thanks @Zoe7 for helping me to at least start or see that there is a point to starting to repair my soul. I actually thought it had been lost in the destruction. @Former-Member I believe you know something of how I'm feeling too, just a bad day? But it seems to be ongoing.
Sitting in the car waiting for my sister to finish an appointment. Time to reflect do you think? Or time to run yet again???