As a child, like most children, I had special memorable and beloved items that mattered t0 me. It could’ve been a stuffed animal, books or other items that I loved a long time ago.
Even today, memories of these things still trigger an emotional reaction. Two of those special items are my stuffed Grover and my Little House on the Prairie book series.
Books were important to me growing up because they were my escape. For as long as I can remember, my biological mother took an daily afternoon nap for two hours from 1-3 p.m. right in the middle of the day.
That’s why books like this mattered. It was the only thing I could do that was quiet enough for my sleeping mother.
Speaking of her, I’ve asked my biological mother for these important things to me as a child. She’s fully ignored me and my multiple respectful requests.
I’m not asking for expensive items from the home. I’m asking for items that are probably worth less than $30. These are not items that belonged to either of my biological sisters. They were mine as a child. Mine. I would not ask for something that belonged to one of my biological sisters.
This is just one of the reasons I’m a victim of childhood trauma. An insane and narcissistic biological mother can do this to a child. As an adult, I do not allow her to control me. I have boundaries and I want nothing to do with her.
By ignoring my requests for these important items to me is completely reprehensible and toxic. I believe in karma. By not giving me these innocuous items, my biological mother will never ever have any relationship with me. Period.
