Hello, my name is Jonathan. I'm 25 years old. first thanking @psicmaryes for motivating me to tell and be the person to start the story.
My parents separated when I was a child, it turned out the big diatribe to see who could give me the guardianship and that's how my story begins. Social services while doing his inept work, which had to go through difficult circumstances was me, in sleeping in shelters (imagining not seeing my parents anymore), at first coexisting with strangers was not easy, just showing me really, I was nervous , scared and shy at the same time. little by little in that trance I do not get used as such to live there, but life puts you to the test, spend my birthday in total insomnia, days and nights imagining my future (I dreamed of being a doctor), eating without my parents , not sharing with my family, friends from school and sleeping in my home, having a fever, common catarrh and not having a close loved one who can give you affection and be aware of it affected me in a big neurological way. where sadness covered every day of my life. There I spend a large part of my pre-school and school years.
Until Social Service decided who was the act of my parents to stay with me. In short, it was my Mother. When I return to my home I remember that I do not sleep remembering those days, days of sadness and that I did not feel well biopsicosocial and not venting was a big throat, I had to attend psychological therapies to deal with that situation. It was hard, it's something that I do not wish on anyone.
Today I am Doctor, the hope of studying and being a professional never stopped her. where I lack important functions due to repercussions of childhood like the development of fundamental skills and behaviors such as the ideal coexistence between men and women, imagine myself in marriage and think that I will not act to establish a relationship or that my son does not suffer what I suffered. . Sometimes I suffer from depression, discouragement and lack of interest in carrying out my daily tasks. the daily coexistence with patients who need my help to confront an illness scares me, but I always maintain my professional position and forget the past a little. because that's how I felt, as a patient in the sweet expectation that social services would decide and make my childhood a total chaos.
It is not easy to go through this, I am Catholic and every day I thank God for what I am and for all that I have lived.
