I've been on the internet 15 years now (time flies when you're having fun) talking about all kinds of things, but it's always been hard for me to talk about my abusive childhood. Even harder, make that virtually impossible, is talking about the fact that my abusive parents adopted me. That one hurts like Hell just thinking about it.
I could talk about the conditions it left me with, the chronic depression, the PTSD, the newly-diagnosed (but long suspected) touch of autism. But talking in any sort of detail about the circumstances that left with those conditions is another story.
But at the beginning of this summer the containment field around my long-suppressed childhood emotions began breaking down, and the demons started sneaking out of Pandora's box. Now I hurt all the time, with a heartache that oscillates but never leaves. There's no point in not talking about the pain now as it's not going to go away anytime soon, so I might as well blog about it.
This subject is painful and unpleasant, and not everyone wants to read about it, so I've created a separate blog just for it. If you'd rather just read my other blogs I'll understand.
But if you're coming along for the ride, thanks.