Based on the abuse I had growing up and having a narcissistic mother I never got to know who I really was meant to be. It seemed that being like all the others was the way to go. I know better now after a few rude awakenings about these persons' real selves. But being who I was meant to be was so taboo from my mother's point of view and certain parts of going from child to adult were deeply missed and not experienced. Combine that with lack of acceptance by the student body at school and I missed out on hearing more helpful points of view and thus evolve more as I ought to,quite possibly. So here I am tens of years later trying to figure out what makes ME tick. Never mind everybody else. That no longer interests me. But what makes me tick and how can I be happy? I'm developing interests. The type of persons that interest me are being more deffined. So where do I go from here?
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