[guide.chat] In Reply To: [guide.chat] my mother has no one to say anything to
- From: "James Liddell" <james.liddell2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "vanessa" <qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx>, "GUIDE CHAT" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:37:22 -0000
Horrifying, Vanessa.
I am so amazed - and proud - that you turned into the very special person we
all know you to be.
Every situation, every family, is different. Not everyone had an idyllic
childhood with caring parents to support them.
I'm just grateful I was lucky to have a mum who understood me and raised me
single handed after my dad died in 1964.
I'm also grateful I was around to care for her in her last decade. It was a
struggle sometimes, but I wouldn't have changed a moment of it.
Thanks so much for sharing your story with us.
Jim.
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Sent On: 10/03/2013 10:31
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Subject: [guide.chat] my mother has no one to say anything to
my mother kept my little brother from birth to toddler age in a little bedroom
with a padlock on the door, he never saw fresh air or the sky or the grass or
the birds, he just lay on a urined matress on a metal framed bed where the
urine dripped in a puddle on the lino under the bed, the curtains were always
closed, no toys, no nothing in the room except the bed, she tied nylons on the
bedroom handles so we could not get out of the rooms while she went out at
night, we had a bucket to wee in, i used to to peak through the curtains it was
sunny outside but we were all in bed, this one day when she went and had her
usual hair done and i unpicked the screws of the padlock on her bedroom door
with a knife, she had nice carpet, nice wardrobes full of lovely clothes in
plastic sellophane with tickets on, i know now they were dry cleaning tickets,
the little wardrobe had food, cakes, chocolates, a dressing table full of
pretty little bottles and jars and a beautiful picture of flowers on the back
of her hair brush, i never took anything, i never had a whisper in my head to
take anything, i think i was in shock of how beautiful it all was, the only
thig i did wrong was to unpick the lock and feel and touch everything like you
do when you smooth a cat, i quickly left and put the screws back and unpicked
the lock of my little brothers room, he just lay there, next day in school i
found a plastic bag and put it in my satchel and when we were having school
dinner, the gravy jug was passed to me and i passed it on without any on mine,
i pretended to eat and sneaked each potato under the table into the plastic
bag, i unscrewed my brothers padlock and tried to feed him, he just smiled at
me, i tried to pick him up, but his bones nearly came off, his bones were loose
nothing solid to pick up, you will never know how this was, it was like trying
to pick up a skeleton with just a piece of skin holding the bones together, it
haunts me to this day as i am writing this, the same full tears are pouring
down my face, runny nose, whatever, i wiped him clean, put the padlock back and
ran and ran a long way to the phone box and dialled nine nine nine, social
services took him away in a red mini car, they carried him wrapped in their red
and black coloued car blanket as my mother had no clothes for him, but what
about the rest of us, you left us behind to be neglected and abused, we were
fed two pieces of bread with a knob of margerine on in the morning and at
night, i used to make shapes with mine like squares or lines before eating it,
so that i had something different to eat, i was well under weight and i was
given a choice of adam's ale or council pop to drink which both are tap water,
i swore when i was bigger i was not going to drink water again and i assure you
i never did and still don't drink water to this day, i bought my first doll
when i was thirty something and still have the photographs of the doll i named
seren, everything carol wrote about her dearest mother mine did the opposite, i
asked my mother why she did not love me, she said i ruined her life, there was
no pill in her day, but the family allowance was handy, i have one card and one
letter which i still keep from my mother who is still alive and who still does
not love any of her seven children, but i still wish her happy mother's day
hoping that one day she will.
from
Vanessa The Google Girl.
my skype name is rainbowstar123
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