Yesterday I posted about good childhood memories. I said I would post about bad ones but on reflection they are more sad than bad.It would have taken so little for my childhood to have been so much happier..
Never being allowed to have other children over to play or for tea..result..no friends.
Being made to come home for lunch instead of staying for school lunch..result..no friends
Being made to wear the school uniform of a grey skirt and jumper when all the other kids wore normal clothes...result..bullying.
Never being allowed dolls or girls toys because my mother didn't agree with them..result..feeling sad and isolated.
Not having my own bedroom although there were spare rooms in the house. Result..no privacy
Being literally force fed food I hated..result..anorexia later in life.

Still..my mother died a long time ago and I never did get to ask her why she acted as she did. Inside me still hides that sad little girl. Very well hidden though.