…Other kids may have had it worse but the truth is, you had it pretty damn bad!
I had an e-mail conversation with another survivor (who I’m also happy to call a friend) earlier in the week, and the above is something she wrote to me. I have a hard time acknowledging that what I grew up with was bad. I minimize it because there are so many other children who grew up in worse conditions than I did. I mean, I had a roof over my head, food on the table and clean clothes. So what in the world do I have to complain about?
I made it out alive. You hear about so many cases of kids who didn’t. I’m reasonably stable mentally. I have my good days and bad days, but I’m not locked in an institution.
Bah… I had so much more I want to say, but I can’t get the words out.
I’m going to go swear at Visual Studio some more. Oh is that a story…