I had an IM chat with someone last night. I was talking about some childhood memories. Then I realised how not-normal my childhood was.

You know how doctors sometimes ask: tell me about your childhood. I usually say nothing interesting or nothing of note happened in childhood, that it was fairly normal.

I realise that I was unwittingly ignoring certain things. For example: witnessing abus, emotional neglect, bad parenting, alcoholism and a little bit of poverty.

I saved the IM conversation. I'll look at it later. Something was a bit validating to be told: what I experienced and saw was fucked up, not normal.

 

So now I'm awake. I'm getting on with my morning. I might eat some breakfast.