I've been on the phone with my Grandmother all morning, finding out all the juicy nuggets about my family history. My mothers side of the family is, well, broken..... So many social misfits. I really wonder how they managed to keep the bloodline going.
Finally told my Grandmother about the abuse I took at the hands of the woman who gave birth to me. I was anxious over nothing. I wish I could have told her years ago. She handled it better than I thought she would, she told me "I was waiting for this moment", She had suspicions for years but my Grand parents were not allowed to have any part of my life unless the woman who gave birth to me was having a crisis and needed their help (food, money, truck to move). Found out that my Grand parents tried to get custody of me when they found out she was trying to get me put on Ritalin, "she just wanted to turn you into a zombie so she didn't have to deal with you, we fought that tooth and nail, but social services wouldn't step in because they like to keep the child with the mother" At least they tried.
She said she was proud of me just for surviving so long, I don't know how to feel about that, what is she trying to tell me?
She gave me encouragement to go get help. She said I can call her anytime.
More flashbacks. I just want to remove my brain with a spoon.