I'd love to get together, but I live in Surrey, so probably not that close to any of you - plus my driving skills are rubbish (again a relic of my childhood when my mother told me I was like her and would never be able to do it - I was determined to prove her wrong and I do drive, but only within a very restricted radius as I'm so anxious).
I was loved and cared for as a child so I do feel guilty for how I feel now. However, both my parents had disrupted childhoods: my mother was motherless at the age of 2 and sent to England from Canada aged 5 because no one could or would take care of her. She remained bitter all her life. My father was a refugee from Nazi Germany, came to England via Kindertransport and lost his parents at Auschwitz. They tried hard to give us a loving childhood but my father was very strict and both had set ideas on how we should be (especially me as the only girl). I felt I disappointed them in so many ways and let them down. My brothers were held up as paragons as they were intellectually superior to me and went to Oxford, becoming very successful and top of their respective professions, whereas I was pushed into teaching - I wanted to do art but it was made clear that 'you have to be good to succeed at that'. I never felt good enough and always felt second-best - the one who didn't 'make it'. It was almost a family joke that I was the 'dimmo of the family' - a rather overused phrase. I struggled to achieve some sense of myself, with my own tastes and interests, though these were often ridiculed by my parents. They did their best and gave us a lot of opportunities and I am very thankful for that, but I was determined that our own children should always feel they were loved unconditionally and that we were proud of them whatever they chose to do - and that they should follow whichever path inspired and excited them, not follow our wishes.
Our second daughter was born with a rare syndrome which was devastating for all of us - unilateral abnormalities, health problems, blindness in one eye, leading to years of hospital visits, major surgery including leg lengthening and amputation and later, severe mental health issues - self harm and suicide attempts. We got through all of this somehow and hung on - she survived, sometimes only just, has turned her life around and is now self-employed, feisty, happy, in a loving relationship and has a beautiful baby daughter. I look back on the difficult years with wonder: they weren't all sadness by any means as we wanted her to have all the opportunities her elder sister had and made sure that happened, even when we had to fight for her right to stay in mainstream education (she was the only child in a wheelchair in her primary and secondary schools).
Life has become much easier since both daughters left home (though I do miss them terribly, I celebrate their independence and wouldn't have it any other way). My OH has been retired a couple of years so we should be free to follow whatever we choose and be happy. That is why I feel so guilty that I can't enjoy my freedom now I have time and space to be myself. There's a sense of 'Is that it, then?' which sounds defeatist, and I don't mean to, but all the issues I'd shelved decades ago seem to have risen up to overwhelm me and prevent me from feeling OK (I'm not so unrealistic to expect more than that).
Tegan - I can empathise with your feelings when you bump into your friend walking with another friend. I am sure I'd feel the same. I dread bumping into my ex-friend - we live a few streets from each other but the idea fills me with dread! Granny23 - I agree with what you say about the inner child, though mine often deserves a good slap ;)
Good Morning Sunday 7th June 2026
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; I'm sure we'd be pals!


