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Growing Up in a Family Where Words Had No Meaning

Years ago I had the option to make an important choice in my life

I grew up in a household where every second word denigrated one of us, I was expected to tow the line that I was ‘evil’ and ‘stupid’, and no-one was allowed to take offence to any of this emotional abuse.

So I made an unsavory joke and thought nothing of it.

The person I made the joke to took full advantage for programing purposes, and that has affected the last 20 years of my life.

It’s time to stop that now.

I’ve been spending the past year or three re-programming things.

Only about 3 more things and then I’m good to go.

I’ve been a music teacher since 2002 and I am rearing to get back on the job.

To those who keep me safe: thank you.

To those who read my blog: thank you.

To the Australian Government: thank you.

To God: thank you.

As a wise person once said “you can pray until you Faint, but if you don’t get up and try to DO something, God is not going to put it in your hand.”

3 thoughts on “Growing Up in a Family Where Words Had No Meaning”

  1. I’m so happy Gill that you’ve taken control of your life. Yes, with prayers we need to take positive action too. God helps those who help themselves. Hugs and best wishes

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