Another example of not feeling seen or heard, these feelings left me feeling unimportant and unworthy.
I have been asking my Mother since I was a teenager if I ever had chicken pocks, because my new school needed to know and later on I needed to know because I was a preschool teacher. Every time she consistently told me, that she could not remember.
I find that incredible hard to wrap my head around, since I can remember when my Brother got them, because she bathed him in tequila, supposedly it would help with the itching. So how can I remember my brother having it when we were both young children but my own mother not remember if I ever had it? I do have a small scar on my eyelid that looks like one I would have gotten from a pock.
Now as an adult, I have gotten shingles, which is a clear indicator that yes, indeed I did have chicken pocks as a child, and another example of my mother being disconnected to me.
As far as shingles go, I guess I got lucky as my rash was not that large, it manifested under my left breast on my rib cage, so I could easily conceal it from the world. It is quite painful though, the doctor says the pain can last a lifetime, which is not something I am looking forward to and the rash is slow to heal.
Still find that I am one of the lucky ones, it could have been worse.
Thankful, Grateful & Blessed!