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“If
I know what love is, it is because of you.”
Hermann Hesse
I think this might actually
be a I’m NOT Disordered first – a blog piece in celebration of Father’s Day! Of
course, the most obvious reason for the lack of posts marking this Day is that
my Dad is nowhere to be seen! So, in my opinion, if my Mum plays both roles;
why shouldn’t she celebrate on both of the special Days devoted to parents?
Having never written a post for Father’s Day, I feel the pressure that this
piece should be really special; so hopefully I’ve accomplished that in talking
about why I’m so grateful for my Mum…
My idyllic childhood:
When
I was fifteen and the abuse began, it instantly felt as though so much of my
time and energy was going into remembering those horrific six months that I
didn’t have any effort left to dedicate to remembering all those years before
it… This was so sad and disappointing because I knew my childhood had been so
lovely and uneventful that I wanted memories of that time to comfort me on the
occasions when I would remember the abuse.
A few times – and for multiple reasons – my Mum has questioned whether she’s given me a good childhood and a good upbringing. I honestly don’t think ‘yes,’ or words to that effect, will ever feel good enough and proportionate to just how good my childhood was. So, I’ve found the worthiest response is to assure her that when I eventually have children, I would want them to have the exact same childhood. I would want to bring them up the same way – with the same innocence, fun, generosity, kindness, love, laughter, and positivity.