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We don't do happy

 My life and that of various family members on both my Mum and Dad's side has been steeped in sadness.  This creates a resilience and indifference that I would not wish on anyone. It is all well and good to have the ability to go into auto-pilot in a crisis but remaining stoic when others crumble is a sure sign that the person has seen a lot of pain. When you are in the middle of a lot of things you are not aware of how unusual they are. When you are a child you don't understand that not every eight year old can wash and dress an ischemic ulcer. That the average 11 year old doesn't lift their Mother 10 to 12 times a day. That is not the usual conversation to have with your Father at 9 years old when he tells you that "no child will rule my life!" These are all things that happened to me.  I also watched my Mother go through tremendous pain but due to an allergy to codeine based medications was unable to get relief. Paracetamol was the only thing she could take saf...
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Not a normal little girl.

  When I was very young it became apparent to me that my Mother was not like others. She went to the hospital a lot and had a lot of bandages and dressings on her hands. Her hands didn't work like other Mums. She was sick. I didn't know exactly what that meant, only that there were a lot of visits to hospital and a lot of time with people staying at the house looking after us for days and sometimes weeks at a time. My priorities were not the same as other little girls. My friends would ask Santa for dolls but I would just ask for my Mum to get better. This often got sad looks from Santa. Being the precocious child that I was, I didn't believe in Santa anyway the fact that I had seen him in more than one shopping centre on the same day was enough for me. I told one Santa that if I couldn't have my Mum get better as a present that I would settle for a green tonka truck. He told me that he didn't think that it was a thing that he could make for little girls. That was t...
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Why name it that? An introduction

 Well believe it or not, quite often I will start a story with the phrase "You'll never believe what happened!" My life has not been particularly tragic or exciting but a lot of interesting things have occurred and I have been told many times that I should write a book because no one would believe it. Now many people will know me for the work that I do for my sister's missing persons case (just one of many stories that I will cover) some may know me from the WLS(weight loss support) community on Instagram and some may just know me as the silly loud sweary woman from social media.  So let's start at the beginning shall we? I was born on a lazy sunday afternoon in February in the seventies. There is exactly one photo of me as a baby and little else. I wasn't raised by sentimental humans. I was a two week late birthday present for my father, a large ginger man that was a butcher from victoria who unbeknown to me had a son just three months earlier with his wife i...
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