Hi there, I have thought about writing my life story, but feel I don’t have the literary skills to pull it off, be interesting enough that others would find it appealing. Therefore I am reaching out to a Ghostwriter to give me an idea about how I might get this last item on my bucket list completed before I die…I am a 68 y.o F.
My life started on a wet, cloudy Saturday morning in Brisbane on May 30 1953. My birth was nothing special, the middle child, second daughter , with the third child, a boy, arriving three years later. My mother & father were your typical parents of 1950s, children’s rights didn’t exist, we were not allowed to have an opinion, it was never asked for, we were seen and not heard, was the standard mantra in our home. M & D were always arguing, often over nothin…e.g father could never do anything right, yelling , screaming was the norm in our home. Dad could never do anything right, she would be at him constantly, he suffered mental illness for most of his life and when he met mum, he thought he had won the casket, as it was called those days. My sister and I shared a bedroom all our teen years, until I left home at 19 to marry my first and only boyfriend who was 3 years my senior, who was a second year Science student at the University of Technology in Brisbane. He was a stable, secure, steady type of young man, it would be 40 years later and Five adult kids later I left the marriage. In the interim years I returned to school, 36 y.o mature age student, doing grade11 & 12 then onto higher education in the hope of becoming the Nurse I had wanted to be since my childhood. Mum and my sister were always arguing about something, Mum was angry, unhappy, constantly picky and edgy with me, my siblings and [login to view URL] home was full of hostility, everyone blaming each other for the constant arguments, fighting. Mum would wind up my sister, them she would go at me after Mum had ripped into her for the most trivial of issues. We were such an unhappy, difunctional family. Mum was a master manipulator within the family. As a child I was very anxious, frightened insecure, lacking any confidence, particularly in the classroom. I would know the answer to a Q in class but lacked the confidence to raise my hand for fear of being incorrect and the teacher shaming us for being wrong, that’s how it was in a public govt school in 1958. So there the setting scene for my formative years. I was defeated before I even started. And so It would be for decades with many ups & downs, with a few wins & at times more loses than I care to remember. The world will remember the year 1997… it was a bad year for the British Royal family, as we can all recall where we were when first hearing the sad news about the people’s Princess Diana; Paris tragedy. That year was a bitter sweet year for my family. A drug induced madman, a work colleague of my eldest son , dropped by the house, unannounced to crack onto my son, this madman was gay and he fancied my boy, comerical as I do have a gay son, but he wasn’t it… a 14 hour stand off with this drug manic inside my home not knowing if my two young children were out of the house. police negotiators, drug dogs were callled in to handle this crime in which the madman chased my son down the street with a rifle that belonged to my husband, the upside, it was not loaded, but it didn’t stop the madman from pulling the trigger as h chased my son down the leafy green upper middle class suburban street, screaming call 000. Fortunately or otherwise I have experienced many problems during this journey. I’ve had many people say to me you should write your biography, you have had some amazing things happen to you, you’ve managed to survive them….the emotional losses have been the worst by far. I had cancer at 27, survived to tell these stories. My latest debilitating story is the estrangement from my two adult daughters. Some much to write here. Thank you Kay Scurr 0457 049 456
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