Where do I even begin? Do I continue to pretend, playing the suppression game? Do I continue to hide? Some would say my situation was wrong from the get-go… (yes mom, you were right)… in fact, most would say it was wrong… and admittedly, they would be right. But the brainwashing and Stockholm syndrome kicked in, blinding me, affecting me in ways that I didn’t realize.
Now, the years have passed, memories have faded, there are still the after effects, the mark left by my strange, imprisoned life. Was I a victim? Most would say yes. But playing the victim isn’t my thing.
No matter how strong someone is, or thinks they are, we are humans. We have feelings, wants, needs, what have you. We all experience human things… physically and emotionally. Repeated abuse can take its toll… even the strongest would have to succumb. I guess that’s me in a nutshell.
I was young and dumb. Had a decent childhood. Latino homes are a little different though… if you know, you know. A kind, passive father figure and a mother figure that was loving, but stern. Loving nonetheless. Maybe I should have listened, maybe I WAS a victim.
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Just a human trying to deal in this mad world. Allow me to share random thoughts and observations about my life and the commonality we all share as humans. Through music, quotes, etc.
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