why i try to be a family with my parents no matter how nasty they are to me - they are all i have.
i'm almost 49. all my grandparents were dead or missing before i was 5.
and my parents are not close with their brothers or sisters, so i don't even know who my aunts, uncles, and cousins are...
when we moved when i was 5, we moved into a neighborhood that was all boys, and even they were mostly younger or older than me...
and the old neighbor hood and the new one where at least 10 miles apart...and i didn't get to visit my friends in the old neighborhood.
there were also some horrific things that happened when i was young.
just before we moved to the new neighboorhood, i have a very clear memory of my mother shoving anal suppossitories in me, spread eagled over the bathtub, screaming my head off, with my father reading the newspaper in the next room
also when i was 5, i was attacked by a dog who ripped my entire lower lip off and ate it. at night i was tied spreadeagled in my bed with no explanation and no sedation to help me sleep
another time when my two upper front teeth wouldn't come in, my mother did not prepare for the procedure by telling me when 2 or 3 dentists grabbed me and made me succumb to a chloroform or ether drip
and when my mother did not prepare me for telling me about growing up and menstrual periods until the night i had my first one...
these are the memories of me being young...