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Not all childhood memories are good ones.

Not all Childhood Memories are good one’s.

Although I have a lot of childhood memories that are happy and I have fantastic memories of my mum & dad, sister and nan and granddad I also have some bad memories that will never leave me.

I was the youngest of three. I had an older sister and an older brother. My sister is 2yrs older than me and my brother is around 4yrs older than me (I think . . somewhere around that age anyway). My parents were good parents; although it was quite obvious at a young age that my brother had trouble-some behaviour. So trouble-some that my parents had to seek advice.

To put it short, my brother was a bit of a bully and quite often he would hit me, my sister and my mother and make us cry. One time he was chasing after my sister as she was trying to get away from him and she fell and hit her head on the door frame causing it to bleed. Another time the small toe on my right foot was broken by him and I won’t ever forget the time he tried to push my mother down the stairs. It was suggested that he get put into a special children’s hospital; how-ever my mother didn’t want this; although from the files and what I have read it seems as though my dad thought it would be a good idea, but it never happened.

My brother continued to be a bully, hitting us and he pulled the head off of one of my favourite dolls, so it had to be thrown away. I think I only had the doll for around a year and I loved it, but after he broke it, it couldn’t be fixed so ended up being put in a black bin bag in the bin.

I am not sure who she was (maybe some social worker) but this nice lady called Jennifer would come round to the house sometimes or we would go to a centre/office and talk to her about my brother and what the things that he used to do us. I can’t remember how many times we saw her, but I vaguely remember her large glasses that thinking about it now reminds me of deidre from Coronation Street. My brother would also put soap on mine and my sister’s toothbrushes which made us sick when we cleaned our teeth.

I don’t remember a huge amount of other things from my childhood, but I will always remember those memories. This went on for a fair few years and I suppose as he grew up he changed a little although he is very selfish now. He lives with my Grandad and has a full time well paid job but he takes advantage of my Grandad and is always using my granddad’s bank card to pay for things. He has and only ever will think about himself and is not living in the real world. He likes to show off about silly things and he makes himself sound really big headed sometimes. I know we can’t choose our family and we should be grateful for all the family that we are given but a lot of the time I don’t feel as though he is related to me and sometimes it makes me shudder to think that he is!

I suppose some people may think that this behaviour is just normal for brothers and sisters but sometimes it went way too far, especially when me or my sister ended up with broken fingers or toes.

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Written by lis-lou

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  1. I come from a big family. There were 9 of us; 2 girls, 7 boys. I don’t have any bad memories of the relationship between me and my sister. As for my brothers, there are some things that happened that I got over once I grew up. But I have to say there were no injurious physical attacks. We could argue, fuss and fight but physical fighting? That’s where my mother and father drew the line. Funny thing is I remember my sister smacking me a few times. I accepted it as a loving disciplinary measure. She most certainly was not bullying me. She was straightening me out and I knew it!