CaHeaven
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Nope, and there is a gap in there, that I remember. It bothers me to this day "what the hell happened?" I remember going into the bathroom to get something for my mother, and I remember her standing over me screaming, asking what was I doing. I did not know then, I do not know now. I remember that I was on the floor when she came in, and I was very groggy. I know that she was angry but she was often angry. I don't know what happened, nor could I explain it to her, because I was old enough to speak, but not old enough to explain, especially to my mother who had gone irrational, that I had simply "gone to sleep on the bath mat". It scared me then, because she was so angry. I have often wondered through the years, how long was I "missing" when I had been sent to fetch an item? Why did I wake up on the floor? Did I perhaps has a seizure? Did I do what I do now occasionally, and flash back, flashing back badly enough to faint or more to the point, shut down into a catatonic like state for a few minutes? All in all, knowing what it was would not change my "now". Parts of my childhood were horrible. Most parts of my childhood were happy. I survived, I believe there are a few quirks caused by the horrid parts, but my quirks are no different from another person's quirks. Hell, when I look back, my most traumatic memory of something my parents did to me, was take me on the Pirates ride at Disneyland. Those waterfalls were too much for my 3 year old brain. I hated that ride, and I would spend the entire time in the queue begging hysterically not to make me, as if I was going to be boiled alive. After the waterfalls, I would relax. I still tense up and grasp the hand of whichever victim is beside me when I ride as an adult, but I do ride now. That ride is the closest to a roller coaster you will ever get me on. I won't even ride the log rides. I consider myself damn lucky that the memories that leave the biggest impressions were not seeing one of my pets dead in the street, having my father molest me at least twice a week, or even enduring my mother's angry beatings, it was knowing that Disneyland meant they were gonna force me to go on Pirates, and Knott's meant the Log Ride. The other stuff, well that was normal, the forcing to ride those rides was just wrong. *grin* Brains are a wonderful thing, aren't they?
< Message edited by CaHeaven -- 7/3/2011 8:03:27 AM >
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