Posted: 10/04/2013 at 17:58
Well, this is my sob story. 
I was a bullied child from a sometimes violent home in which drinking figured quite large, though my father was not an alcoholic. My brother and I survived rather than thrived. I am a strong character but did not know it, feeling inferior and worthless. I did not know I was depressed but thought instead that I was odd, a misfit,an inferior speciimen of hunanity. I was clever and was confident in what I could do, but I was not confident in what I was. That result was that, without knowing it, I begged everyone to walk over me - and they did. I learnt to fight back (eventually) but took a hammering.
Today, I realise that only two things matter - to be on the side of truth and right and to deal with people kindly; in other words, to turn one's attention away from oneself and concentrate on something else! I'll always be somewhat vulnerable because of my background, but if I forget myself, it does not matter that much.
