I grew up with a pit in my gut, due to being brought up by alcoholic
parents. My dad was a hard worker and did not go to bars, he would
drink beer when he would get home from work. While he waited for
my mother to come home from being out at bars drinking with other
men. I always felt that I was treated some what different than my other
brothers and sisters. It also affected me differently than the rest of
my siblings. At 13yrs of age I was given Valium when I was taken to
the Dr., because of my nerves. They checked mt thyroid it was fine,
I was even given some type of meds to give me an appetite, because
it was hard to eat being in the position I was in. I am now diagnosed
with GAD,and depression, along with agoraphobia. When I was
19yrs old I found out that my mother had plans to give me up for
adoption, but my grandmother told her that her Son who was in
the navy at the time, would find out no matter what. So I was lucky
to have my grandmother take me under her wing. She was the one that
named me. Well every thing made seance as far as my child hood went.
I hope these girls can get back to being a kid.
