I never really got nightmares from movies. In fact, I recall my father saying when I was three years old that I would be scared, but I never was
I was morn as Elena Mustafa before being abandoned and left for dead in a warzone that was rife with terrorism and human right violations............both of which I fell "victim" of. But even when I was a new born to age two I was still stubborn and had a Will to live.
Some bullshit psychiatrists and psychologists would say that I am too fucking young to remember the traumas that befell on me as a baby. But then it was the same psychiatrists who would be putting there fucking foots in their mouths............i feat that is only made possible by a cirque de solie performer or by someone as flexible as me.
When I was finally adopted the damage was too far gone. I was missing my fucking mile stones or was late on them as well as I never seen a shot. Something that my parents and doctor had to catch up with. I would not be able to speak until ages 3, started to toilet my self at that same age. But yet I was happy as a little, I still had lingering feelings that I was different.
There were no signs of trauma, or PTSD, or as I call it the piss off; until I wanted to fucking day care. This would prove the undoing of My parents as they were readying me for school and mass........yes my adoptive parents where catholic at the time. And I couldn't do mass for the. life of me instead I wanted to play. As for day care that was a total shit show. As I was in an environment with other children something that would make my trauma surface to the point when I had behavioural problems as a kid.
When I was a kid let's say the age of E to four I was loving balloons, but then one had to pop in my face. Something that was reminiscent of the bombings and shooting is Romania.
Since then I was not able to be near the fuckers.
Also I hated the other kids my age. But would be nice to babies and to older people even at the age of four I was not one to "hang" with my age group. I also loved seeing other people jewels and rings. It was pain in my parents ass. As I was alway asking for their jewelry.
But the real kicker was when I saw some with a nose and and eyerpbrow ring.
"I want one," I hinted at.
But soon was going to be a time of learning to read and about the world around me............i couldn't resist.p the temptation of learning someth new. Now I am Elena Melanson
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The long hard road to hell and back: autobiography |complete and amazon
Non-FictionThis is my story where I care about my childhood, the beginning of my life, my childhood, all the way till where I am now. If you want to know more about me, this is a book to learn more about me right away because obviously the bio in my Wattpad or...
