Thank you so much, Anne-marie, for this . It is very interesting that that child was the only one diagnosed at this time. I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder, as mine manifested itself in the heart rate, chest pain, eleveted B/P ,and we are going back to the late 40's. Now I mean 1940's. I had it bad. My birth mother had the same thing. I also had the social phobia, and was extremely insecure. My parents hadn't a clue, did not believe in any kind of psychotherapy, as that was for crazy people. They were nasty, forceful, and unrelenting, unloving, and should never have adopted 2 children. My other sibling was treated equally as badly. They just did not know the fear I felt..and it was real..after a while..the fear was of them. Luckily, on the weekends, I could escape to my Aunt's or Grandmothers house. They were such soothing people.
I had such a horrible childhood, and I knew it would have to get better. I am very optimistic to this day, about everything..as the only thing I have to fear...is fear itself.
My friends to this day, do not know how I ever made it out of that house and my teens, virtually unscathed. I still have friends from Jr. High School, and we are in touch.
I am amazed at myself.
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