Basically I was brought up in the care system from the age of twelve. I had a very strict upbringing mainly from my mother. We wasn't allowed to do many things and would usually just be sitting around doing nothing. Friends wasn't allowed to our house , we wasn't allowed out. (we being myself and my two older siblings). It never bothered me until I started at secondary school and then I started rebelling. I was never a problem child, I did well at school, I never smoked, I never bunked off etc I just wanted a bit of freedom and to have fun. I started to go to my friends houses after school and return home around teatime which was usually 6pm. My mother would go crazy! I was slapped and sent to my room.
I eventually decided to run away from home, which I did, to my friends house up the road. I returned the next day but I did it again a few weeks later. Returning home scared me I knew my mother would be angry and I'd get screamed and hit at. I ran away twice more, (I only ever went overnight and my mum knew where I was), the second time I returned my mum had packed a bag for me then literally dragged me to the police station and told them I was a problem child before leaving me there.
I remember being left completely stunned! So that was my grand entrance into the care system, I hated it there and I would always ask the staff at the childrens home if I could talk to my mum but I was told she wanted nothing to do with me. I still went to school until my youngest brother started and I was told I wasn't allowed to go to the same school as my mother had said she didn't want me mixing with my brother. So that was when I dropped out and my education was fucked! I always told the staff that I wanted to go home and my social worker told me my mum didn't want me home. I slowly did become out of control a bit. I started smoking and drinking, I would get angry with the childrens home staff members. I used to smash the window of the home and the cars that belonged to the staff.
Eventually I settled and I got out of the care system better then most. I could have came out a lot worst. My life is back on track, I've been to uni and have my degree, I've settled and I've recently had my second child a daughter of my own. I think this is what has started me thinking. I spoke to my mum for over 12years and a few years ago 'she forgave' me but was I really to blame was it all my fault? I was only 12? Did I fully understand what I was doing at the time? My mother was a grown woman after all.
I don't even know what I'm trying to get at any more. All I know is that I have a mother who I don't see as a mother. I tried for years to get her to forgive me to talk to me but she refused. I cried so many tears for my family and all the years I missed out on. I believe she only 'forgave' me a few years ago because she had fallen out with my other two siblings.
Our relationship now is a weird one I can't even explain it all I know and feel is that if she died it wouldn't bother me, I know that sounds bad.
So for the ultra long post! I just need to try and get my head around my past I guess. I feel like a weights been lifted just typing half of it down.