A quick & brief history

I thought it best to get some history out of the way and clear the way for the future posts. Then if I say something strange, hopefully you'll be able to understand why I've said or done something wrong.

My depression is inherited, from my mother. I've had an upbringing that I guess today would be classed as neglected. I didn't see it as like that, because, I guess, if you're actually in the middle of it, it gets to be normal doesn't it?

Certainly, one of the regular visitors to my family's house was the Social Services. I have four sisters, two of which I haven't seen for years. My eldest was put into care when she was 12 (ish), and I haven't seen her since (1976). My middle sister, who also inherited my mothers condition, ended up taking a suicide note to school one day, told a teacher what she'd got, and was also put into care. She ended up in a mental hospital last thing I heard about 15 years ago.

I found my baby sister last year through Genes Reunited. com. Had a reunion about a week before Christmas. She's now 33, married, and inherited my dads condition. Shes had two strokes, the second of which has sent her blind in one eye, going blind in the other one as well. Now registered blind, as is her husband. Came to see us being driven here by their full time carer.

My baby sister was snatched and put into care as a result of my other sisters suicide note as my mother was too scared to send her to school just to lose her. End result? A police and social services raid early one morning, my mum arrested and taken to the local police station, my sister taken by Social Services.

At a later court review, my mum was described as mentally disturbed with a minimal IQ.

I left home at 17 as my mum was getting too dependant on me (my dad died when I was 15) and I couldn't live my life, or keep my wages. It was after I left, and all communications cut off between us, that my little sister was snatched.

I have been brought up with funny moods, strange habits, no kisses, cuddles or hugs. The kids were just there, a natural result of unforeseen circumstances. There to do as we were told, to stay quiet, always kept in, never allowed out to play with friends, not allowed to go to school if my mum thought she wanted company that day, never any affection, always watching out for what mood my mum woke up with. And never allowed to go upstairs for a bath, or to go to our bedroom, as one of our duties was to to provide company for mum to stop her getting lonely.

I started to see my mum again when I was about to get married. Twice, maybe three times. She wanted to come and live with us (she was in a nursing home at the time). When I said no, she blamed my wife. The last time I saw her she totally ignored my wife and her brand new grand daughter. I said then, that that was the last time she would see us unless she accepted my wife and family. This was 1992/93.

I never saw her again. She died three years ago. The social services have LOST all family records so obviously they didn't tell me. We only found out because my wife found the last letter from the Social services telling me that she'd moved nursing homes. My wife rang the nursing home and found everything out early last year.

My sister is presently suing the social services as our family records are gone. I'll be joining her later this year. The social services don't even bother replying to my letters.

So my inherited legacies; depression from my mother, heart condition from my father (who died at 49). My dads dad died at 44 from the same thing. As I'm now 42, yes, I'm concerned!

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