Keeping secrets separates you from the rest of your life. So I learned to pretend. Pretend that things were okay in my house. This fragmentation -- the reality of what I was living through alongside my daily life in school and with friends -- for years meant that I lived parallel lives.
on not/belonging
First, what do I mean by the feeling I have had most of my life: that I don't belong? It's not difficult for me to identify elements of my young life which embedded these feelings: my mother's unstable mental health meant that I was passed between relatives at times, and that I was witness to her withdrawal from me. She would disappear in more ways than one, and, not only was I then virtually on my own physically, I was on my own emotionally too of course.
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