I was a Depressed Child.....how bout you?

[chloe]

What kind of kid were you, how does your family describe you were as a child when telling about you to "outsiders" of the family?

[chloe]

My family says I was so quiet at times they wondered where I was, when I got a little older they said I was funny.

[Kathianne]

I was the problem child. Had to have my way and my brother would go along with me, it helped that he was 18 months younger than me. We always had 'chores.' One of which was to wash, dry, and put away the dishes. I hated washing, the rule was 'every other night.' I found that by threatening to throw up when putting my hands in the water, he'd wash. Needless to say, that worked.

When he was 7 and I turning 9, we went to Sear's with my mom. There were these really cute ear muffs, powder blue. I wanted them, my mom said, 'We'll see.' I threw a fit. She tried to calm me down, then we left without buying anything. A couple weeks later, I went into one of my desk drawers, and there were the earmuffs! I ran and hugged my mom! My brother and dad went to Sear's that night and returned the earmuffs. The security guard explained that while he was too little to go to jail, my dad could, as he was responsible. I think that's when law enforcement became part of his life!

[SassyLady]

Well....got my face slapped a few times for being "smart-mouthed". My siblings would say I was a bitch ... was the oldest of seven and always had to take care of everyone else. Parents were alcoholics so I had to be the parent. Teachers and school chums would probably describe me as shy, smart and responsible.

It wasn't until I was in my 40's that I was diagnosed as clinically depressed, with PTSD and hyper-vigilant ... from being sexually and physically abused as a kid. Once I discovered Ambien things really changed; able to get a good night's sleep, and symptoms are minimum.

[Abbey Marie]

I think my parents would be hard-pressed to describe me as a child. They didn't seem very interested.
I was the baby- two older brothers.
Shy. Read a lot; spent a ton of my time at the local library (Sir Evil is right again!)
Catholic schools 3rd-12th grades. Failed penmanship in 3rd grade.
Grew up in the projects in the Bronx, so going out to play was always a little scary. Between that, and the Hispanics always sexually taunting, I learned to be practically invisible.
One parent was physically ( NOT sexually, thank God) abusive to all three of us. (Proud to say that when I became a mom, I broke the abuse cycle).

I guess that doesn't sound like much fun, but we did play lots of games together, and I learned to be street-wise; a valuable talent.

[chloe]

I think my parents would be hard-pressed to describe me as a child at all. They didn't seem very interested.
I was the baby- two older brothers.
Shy. Read a lot; spent a ton of my time at the local library (Sir Evil is right again!)
Catholic schools 3rd-12th grades. Failed penmanship in 3rd grade.
Grew up in the projects in the Bronx, so going out to play was always a little scary. Between that, and the Hispanics always sexually taunting, I learned to be practically invisible.
One parent was physically abusive to all three of us. Regularly. (Proud to say that when I became a mom, I broke the abuse cycle).

I guess that doesn't sound like much fun, but we did play lots of games together, and I learned to be street-wise; a valuable talent.

I would never have thought you grew up in the rought neighborhoods, you seem so Poised, full of grace and gentle.

I was shy as a kid too, introverted and in my own world of daydreams (some things never change eh?)

That's so neat how you ovecame great obstacles and broke the family cycle of abuse.

[chloe]

Well....got my face slapped a few times for being "smart-mouthed". My siblings would say I was a bitch ... was the oldest of seven and always had to take care of everyone else. Parents were alcoholics so I had to be the parent. Teachers and school chums would probably describe me as shy, smart and responsible.

It wasn't until I was in my 40's that I was diagnosed as clinically depressed, with PTSD and hyper-vigilant ... from being sexually and physically abused as a kid. Once I discovered Ambien things really changed; able to get a good night's sleep, and symptoms are minimum.

Our childhoods were similiar, only I am the baby in my family and i was very quiet I blended in, I was pretty obediant as a child. My sister was the lippy one in our family.

Did you family make white rice with milk melted butter and sugar for dinner? When I was little my best friend came from a family of 7 and thats what they had constantly for dinner LOL>

[SassyLady]

Our childhoods were similiar, only I am the baby in my family and i was very quiet I blended in, I was pretty obediant as a child. My sister was the lippy one in our family.

Did you family make white rice with milk melted butter and sugar for dinner? When I was little my best friend came from a family of 7 and thats what they had constantly for dinner LOL>

OMG ... I thought we were the only ones that did that! Everything came from the welfare office...the rice, the butter, the powdered milk, sugar ... we would also put some cinnamon on it. When you have seven kids it goes a long way ... we had it for breakfast a lot. For dinner we had cornbread and milk.

Oh, and we didn't call it dinner .... it was supper.

[chloe]

I was the problem child. Had to have my way and my brother would go along with me, it helped that he was 18 months younger than me. We always had 'chores.' One of which was to wash, dry, and put away the dishes. I hated washing, the rule was 'every other night.' I found that by threatening to throw up when putting my hands in the water, he'd wash. Needless to say, that worked.

When he was 7 and I turning 9, we went to Sear's with my mom. There were these really cute ear muffs, powder blue. I wanted them, my mom said, 'We'll see.' I threw a fit. She tried to calm me down, then we left without buying anything. A couple weeks later, I went into one of my desk drawers, and there were the earmuffs! I ran and hugged my mom! My brother and dad went to Sear's that night and returned the earmuffs. The security guard explained that while he was too little to go to jail, my dad could, as he was responsible. I think that's when law enforcement became part of his life!

OHHH I loved your memory, it made me crackup, I was thin king about how when my kids were little I used to read them a story called , "mama, do you love me?" and in it the little girl was a nonny and she liked to imagine doing mischievious things and then would ask her mom if she did this or that would she still love her I think it reminded me of the story because the little girl wore earmuffs as she was from alaska.

[Kathianne]

OHHH I loved your memory, it made me crackup, I was thin king about how when my kids were little I used to read them a story called , "mama, do you love me?" and in it the little girl was a nonny and she liked to imagine doing mischievious things and then would ask her mom if she did this or that would she still love her I think it reminded me of the story because the little girl wore earmuffs as she was from alaska.

While I was a brat at home, not to mention pretty manipulative with my brother and dad, I was very quiet outside of there. In fact at school was a selective mute. Really. Like Abbey I was very much into reading, much more than television. The only shows I have some real recollection of was The Man From UNCLE and Dark Shadows; Laugh In when a bit older, then Saturday Night Live. Other than those? Not too much.

I had one good friend from the time I was 3, we're still BFF's.

[DragonStryk72]

What kind of kid were you, how does your family describe you were as a child when telling about you to "outsiders" of the family?

I disassembled stuff as a kid, locks, whatever I could pry apart or use my little fingernails to loosen the screws on. One time I actually disassembled the tv, back when it still had glass tubes in the back, and yes, I got those too, apparently. It took my mom all day to get the thing back together

[logroller]

I disassembled stuff as a kid, locks, whatever I could pry apart or use my little fingernails to loosen the screws on. One time I actually disassembled the tv, back when it still had glass tubes in the back, and yes, I got those too, apparently. It took my mom all day to get the thing back together

Oh yea! Me too. I'll never forget the time I disassembled a camera and when I cut the wires to the flash capacitor, it flashed alright-- I saw spots for a day.

I was alawys a bit of a loner, playing endlessly in my room with legos or watching TV while reading encyclopedias-- I'm a huge nerd.

[DragonStryk72]

Oh yea! Me too. I'll never forget the time I disassembled a camera and when I cut the wires to the flash capacitor, it flashed alright-- I saw spots for a day.

I was alawys a bit of a loner, playing endlessly in my room with legos or watching TV while reading encyclopedias-- I'm a huge nerd.

legos were the BEST though! I accidentally trapped myself in a lego village I was building at one point, because I kept building around, and lost track of time.

[Abbey Marie]

With so many new people, I thought we could revisit this old thread. Maybe others would like to post.

Yes, I'm necromancing again.

[aboutime]

With so many new people, I thought we could revisit this old thread. Maybe others would like to post.

Yes, I'm necromancing again.

Abbey. I appreciate your efforts to revisit this thread again. Unfortunately, for me. So much time has passed, and life experiences have been so many...it would literally take too much time, other than in book form, to ramble-on here.
I look at life as one, very long...uninteresting story for many. And I also feel...sharing so much I would like to talk about here...would merely become a target for some. Some who wouldn't possibly believe some, if not most of the things I have Personally experienced without sounding like fabrication.

As for being a depressed child. Back when I was a child. We had no idea what Depression...2014 style was. Life was too crowded with trying to survive day to day, and week to week.
Can't imagine how life might have been back then with IPOD'S, CELL-PHONES, and BUSY-BODIES trying to run our life in every way.