rpanonmod ([personal profile] rpanonmod) wrote in [community profile] rpanons2014-01-29 03:45 pm

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(Anonymous) 2014-01-31 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
If anything I'm a little envious of people who had normal upbringings. Mostlly I'm grateful that someone has had a happy upbringing. Because of my mom's disorder, it's been (and still is) really hard for me to know if my reactions to situations are normal or whether I should have a reaction at all.

I had a breakthrough not long ago. I had taken my young niece with me to visit my mom who, true to form, began one of her episodes of threatening to kill herself, blaming everyone she knows for her problems, etc., etc.

I found my niece crying quietly in the dark. See, she hadn't known her grandmother was like this. All at once I realized, I was the youngest of my siblings. There hadn't been anyone to take me away when my mom got bad. I had been powerless to help myself back then, but I wasn't powerless any longer. I had the power to get my niece out of that situation.

So I did, despite my mother crying and tugging at me and begging us not to leave. I felt...free.