Sunday 07th December 2014
Today,or rather this evening i decided to keep an on line diary of my daily experiences.
I'm posting this diary in hope that other people can relate and know theyre not alone;a word i use ironically.
A typical day for me will be dreading what mood my lad is in,he can switch from being really loving and being overwheming with his clingyness to a verbally and physically abuse monster.
Today has been one of the better days.
Although upon getting home after being out a couple of hours to feed the chickens and check on the sheep i have,i was initially greeted with a cheery hiya mum whilst he stood outside watching me come up the path- which i thought great,as i knew it was past his time for going to the local country park for his chips.
Then wham i opened the door, in anger he'd ripped up all the letters of upcoming appointments we/i have;verbally exploded about why i hadnt woke him nor waited for him to wake [which on occasions will not surface till late afternoon,due to him not getting to sleep].
The verbal continues through the day of being called f###ing stupid,fat cow f###ing idiot,bitch,lazy cow usless etc etc.....
when i go to use the fryer later on in the evening it started to smoke as it hadnt been used in a while a small bit of oil got a bit too hot.....take in mind while this is happening and the build up of it,im beingcalled effing stupid , useless etc.while i was the backpart in to connect the bits which enables the power to connect i'm also being told [yelled at] thatim so dumb etc.....
About Me
- Tracy
- Lincoln, Lincolnshire, United Kingdom
- My name is Tracy i'm 43 years old a single mum to one boy,i live in Lincolnshire in the UK. As a child i was mainly by myself had few friends and was picked on,i found i was quiet contented drawing ,doodling doing puzzle books or up a tree- i often wondered why i drifted along,but stuck to my guns and wouldnt say i liked a certain pop group to be with the 'in crowd'.....yet i did have many a low moment and silently cry myself to sleep. Many years later- Back in 2001 i had a baby boy who now is 13 and diagnosed with Aspergers and ADHD. Its been a tough ride and has gotten harder and worse,especially as i think the terrible hormones are starting to kick in.Recognising many traits and behavours in myson as i was as a child it will be no supprise as an adult i too diagnosed with ADHD,and actually get off to sleep most nights without my head whirring round like a spin dryer,all thanks to medication. I have decided to write about some of my experiences of day to day life with the domestic abuse that i suffer from;which is dished out daily by my son. I know there are many other mothers and fathers out there who must be recieving the same kind of events.
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