My parents and siblings know that I have SA. But their understanding goes little further than their readings of the textbook symptoms and characteristics of the condition-or whatever you want to call it. I've always been a very closed, and private person. I have fun with my family; we joke, talk about present day issues,etc., but I always seem to close down-even when I don't want to- when it comes to talking about my emotions. Sometimes they prod, try to break through my defenses but, sadly, after so much of my subbornness, I think we've all kind of gotten use to it and accepted it as 'the way things are'. This gets me really down sometimes. This limbo. Deep down, I have a lot of blame-though useless- but at the same time a lot of love- though hidden- for my family. And lately I've started regretting each day that I don't tell them how I feel about them and about how SA effects are unique to ME. Right now, I feel as if I can't afford not to tell them but I'm still fighting to break through this wall I've created. 'sigh' I've got hope, though.
Sorry if I sound too dramatic, but there's a lot of pent-up drama inside me lol :S
Thanks for listening.
PEACE
Sorry if I sound too dramatic, but there's a lot of pent-up drama inside me lol :S
Thanks for listening.
PEACE