My background is.... ?

My father was a policeman who had a temper. Both parents were perfectionists nothing was ever good enough, no room for failure. They came from a mining background and wanted more for us.

I felt/feel farthest from Home.......

I felt farthest from home when living with my parents.

For me, Home is...

Home is being myself. I can laugh, cry, be annoyed or angry, I don't need to wear a mask or try to be something I am not. I feel safe & secure, loved and accepted.

I remember as a child........

My dad was violent and on one occasion handcuffed me to my bed so I wouldn't get out of the house. I was very unhappy and kept running away, that was his way of stopping me.

Home, to me, looks like........

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