This got me thinking about my childhood. I spent a lot of time alone but when I was seven my mother’s employer gave me a kitten named Tiger. Tiger and I were best buds; we did everything together. But as unneutered boy cats will be boy cats, Tiger longed to go outside and commune with the wild; or a close facsimile, namely our backyard. One day, Tiger got into an altercation with a squirrel; and the squirrel won. Tiger was rushed to the veterinarian and never returned home. My mother never told me what happened to Tiger, not even now after 45 years! I suspect he had to be put down. The point is I never had the opportunity to grieve the loss of my favorite pet. Coincidently, two other family pets went to the vet’s and never returned.
As I got older and began attending funeral
services of church members, my mother often pointed out to me that when people
made a scene at the funeral, guilt was the root cause. If she
had been a good daughter to her mother she wouldn’t have been doing all the
whooping and hollering, my mother often said when we returned home. That stuck with me for a long time. Thinking about it now I recall at my grandfather,
aunts and father’s funerals, I displayed little emotion and there were no
outbursts from me. The article also
mentioned that ACOAs are frequently depressed.
I think that a build-up of grief is cause for depression. I will examine this further.
Hi I'm Liz Hawkins and I'm an Adult Child of an Alcoholic.
Hi I'm Liz Hawkins and I'm an Adult Child of an Alcoholic.
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