my mother continued to go through my grandmother’s things today, and found a journal of hers from 2009. in the journal, my grandmother wrote about the child neglect and verbal abuse i was put through by my mother; a result of her untreated mental illness.
i don’t remember much of my childhood. i’m not sure if i blocked it out, but there’s so many memories that i don’t have, memories that i’m not sure are even real and so many bad memories that i can’t forget. so, i read the journal.
it was bad lol.
i learnt that the various memories that i have of my mother threatening to call children’s aid on me to make me behave are real; that despite what i’ve thought for so many years, my grandmother
did know that my mother had depression; that me thinking that my mother seemed to love the cats more than me wasn’t necessarily all in my head, and that she noticed it, too; that my grandmother tried to help me. and of course, i’ve saved the best part for last;
“sometimes i think that she (my mother) is embarrassed or ashamed that -my birth name- is not what is considered average normal.”
cool.