My last post got me thinking on what normal is.
And I suppose you could of called me normal at some stage. I come from a middle class white background. I tell you that not to boast, but to give you an idea that growing up I didn’t face a lot of struggles that others may have done.
My parents took me on holidays, made easier by the fact my Dad is Maltese and had family out there. We went skiing. Yep I can ski. Growing up I did horse riding (although not for long as it does get stupidly expensive) Fencing, ballet.
I had a very good childhood. My parents, in my eyes, raised a fairly decent hardworking human being,
I went into work when I left school and worked from the age of 16 onwards, seemingly I was a realtivly normal person. With a massive drinking problem.
Looking on the outside, I suppose you could say I was normal, but on the inside I was an emotional and mental mess, trying to control it with wine and this continued till my son came along.
I know normal is realtive, but what I don’t think people get is most people are not normal.