my name has meaning only to myself. It represents the confusion i felt trying to figure out what was wrong with me, and trying to discover the emotions that i was feeling. I was so confused because i sub conciously hid how i was feeling, even to myself. I was angry and sad and scared and frustrated and i did not realise that the root of everything i was experiancing was caused by one single emotion.
Shame.
I was ashamed of just being me, because thats what i learned from a young age. I never had any one to lean on emotionally, i never had any one to support or tell me how good i was doing. I dealt with listening to my parents argue and swear and cuss in front of me for years (sometimes they were argueing about me specifically) I felt shamefull because , and dont ask me why this specific event sticks out in my mind but..
One night my mom was coming to pick me up from my dads house, and my dad was not there only his girlfriend... sarah.
Well my mom came to the door and sarah refused to let me go with her, because she did not know anything about her coming to get me. So they started to argue..
"Thats my ****ing kid , i will take him and if you dont like it you can **** off"
"I dont think so, if you dont get the **** out of here im calling the cops"
Long story short they ended up getting into a physical altercation. I vividly remember my mom being in a headlock and me just not knowing what to do. I saw a knife on the
counter and remember thinking i should do something. Keep in mind i am 7 years old....
So sarah ends up calling the cops and she sends me into the living room to "play playstation" Like my mind was just gonna forget about what just happened and move on to video games right? So the next thing i remember is sarah comes into the living room and calm as ever asks me....
"Bobby, the cops are outside, do you want your mother to be arrested?"
I remember saying plainly "No." so i go outside to say bye to my mom and i tell her
that i will never forget what happened. My mom gave me a teddy bear that day and i have always loved teddy bears, my whole life they have ment something to me. im 18 and i still feel comforted by them. But while i am less confused now, the word confusion, has evolved to mean more that i am a product of my confusion. my flaws and the good things about me make me, well me.
sorry for making this so long, i started to write and i didnt want to stop.