Guiltee Giltee Guilty!
My own children had a partially difficult time as I negotiated life with their father. But, my children were never subject to the abuse that my mother and myself endured. Sick horrible abuse. Abuse from people who others respected in the community. Back in those days no one knew or if they did well I guess they didn't care.
As a parent, I asked for help along the way. I was always honest. I spoke up when I wasn't coping, there wasn't any help though. Not from any government departments or child workers. None. I even rang the department myself. I told them the situation, they were not interested. I hadn't hurt my kids so what is the problem. The problem was I had no idea. It is humorous to me now that I rang DocS (recently renamed FACS) It is funny to me because it is akin to ringing your own mother, the government was my parent, I had been a ward of the state until 18. Who else was I going to call. Ghost busters.
 | ||
| Large and small strawberry blossoms |
As a parent, I asked for help along the way. I was always honest. I spoke up when I wasn't coping, there wasn't any help though. Not from any government departments or child workers. None. I even rang the department myself. I told them the situation, they were not interested. I hadn't hurt my kids so what is the problem. The problem was I had no idea. It is humorous to me now that I rang DocS (recently renamed FACS) It is funny to me because it is akin to ringing your own mother, the government was my parent, I had been a ward of the state until 18. Who else was I going to call. Ghost busters.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Let me know you were here!