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Old Mar 15, 2012, 09:10 AM
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I think I had more problems when I was younger than I do now. I think now its mostly bipolar issues. Growing up I didnt know much of what love was. It wasnt a part of my family. Well there was my dad and I got to see him sometimes every other weekend. He told me he loved me. It was always very uncomfortable for me. I didnt understand what he meant until I had my own kids and realize now what he was feeling. I know I can remember having to tell my self I should be upset or I should be happy and had to learn to act a lot. I probably would have been a very successful actress. Now I am different though. I think pregnancy changed that. I feel very intence love for my children and their father. I have always been very controlling. I was very strict and sheltered my kids life until 2 years ago when I started going in and out of hospitals and my husband took over parenting. It was good for them. I had them in catholic schools, controlled who I wanted them around depending on what I read out the kids. They couldnt stay the night with other kids, were not aloud to leave the yard even at 10 and 12. Controlled it all, until I lost control of myself. Now I have learned to let go a little and let them live. They are 12 and 14. I think that because of the way I grew up and not knowing that feeling until I had them, I was so scared it could be taken away from me so I held them close at all times. Also sheltering them the way I did they have pretty good heads on their shoulders. I was always brutally honest with them about the sickness in the world, about sex and drugs, about child mollesters. I think I scared them with the last one, but they know to stay safe now. Well I got lost in this but yes love was hard for me when I was younger, not so much now.
I don't have kids, and so I'm not sure how I would feel, even about my own kids. As it stands, kids to me is synonymous with "pain in the ***". I think if I did have kids, I hope it's with a really good mother. (like you! )

Gah. My childhood was effed up. My mom, the crazy, OCD, anxiety ridden bipolar maniac, my step dad the alcoholic, my real dad committed suicide. My uncles are psychotic. My aunt caroline was really cool, and recently I found out my uncles almost beat her to death because they thought she stole drugs from them.

Such a lovely environment!! I always thought this was normal as a kid. I thought every kid got beat up at home.

Even people that are very dear to me, and have helped me along.. I can't say "I love you" without either laughing, or smiling or doing something to take the pressure off. I hate it. I'm not too big on family gatherings either.
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