Yesterday I got a pm from someone here and I realised that i have not taken my own medicine and made a list of what I survived ....... at least not publically (unless it is part of my earlier blog here and I'm too lazy to look) ....... she correctly accused me of being a private person (but I learnt to not, usually, need people

Anyhow here's part of my list....

I survived .... (being)

beaten until my mother could see the bruises developing which she was inflicting for asking for help learning the alphabet..... she got away with it because apparently no body else could.... even my resident father.

the weapon, battleground and trophy of my parents failed marriage.

pimped by my parents.

punished for being sweaty after chopping the wood for a wood stove on humbug..... I was ordered to chop the wood......

micro managed (including mother dearest's attempt to include the workplace) into my earll 20's.

held responsible for the slings, slurs and arrows, real or imagined, suffered by mother dearest and my siblings from my 8th humbug..... by mother dearest's father.

punished for seeking any help -- even with the lethal funnel web (spider) found in my room.

put on stage, annually, without warning because my older sibling could sing to maintain Grandmother's reputation.

for acheiving on the sportsfield ...... or at school.

spending about 75 % of my childhood in a room 10x9x8.6 feet

not being allowed friends.

being ignored by the authorities who could have done something to fix these problems.

Enuff? There is plenty more, but

The power pack to me computer failed the other day , so I'm using a public domain computer. Which of course means that until LATE november I won't have real control over my internet access. And I do have other things I must attend to. and I'm not proof reading this either.

By the way I'm setting the permissions to stop people commenting on this blog, so don't bother trying