You have described my childhood to a tee. My father died six months before I was born. I had a sister die one month before I was born. My mother was in three car wrecks carrying me. She was pumped full of morphine each time. I was born in a stage of drug withdrawal. I was very feeble and asthmatic. I almost died many times before I outgrew the asthma at about 2 1/2 years old.
My mother was young and thought she was going to lose it and was afraid to bond with me. I was minimally just taken care. My whole extended family was living in two houses side-by-side in Watts, a Los Angeles suburb. My grandpa was a drunk and out of work until his death in '48. About that same time five cousins moved into our house with my two brothers and my mom. Grandma lived next door and had 10 of her 13 kids still at home. There wasn't much in the way of affection shown, we just toughed it out. I grew up very independent but had little knowledge of love. The two matriarchs, my mother and grandmother, did not give any parental guidance, they just kind of became referees. I had to learn about love on my own.
Praise the Lord, He found you.
I am staggard at the painful situations some have been in, it makes mine seem small.
Yet I know without love touching our hearts we are defensive and eaten alive by hurt and bitterness.
My life was in a family of shy people who were scared of their shadows, yet on the surface quite functional.
I learnt through Jesus love only matters when it is shown, when others reach out and catch one another.
And it is not difficult when Jesus has caught you, because the confidence grows and the hurts and pains
we can carry because of the cross.
It is clear many on these forums do not have this love in their hearts, not in a judgemental way, but just
we know without this we are lost. My daughter was baptised recently, and she came to a point were she
saw Jesus and His love, just astounding love, pouring out, and how she would do anything for Him.
I thought others if they saw this, their response would be the same, except I learnt this is not true. For
some it just makes them more rebellious and condemning, more judgemental of people in the past etc.
I think this mystery is like every relationship, two way. In humbleness alone can we walk, and just count
others better than ourselves, unless they desire to chop us up because of Jesus, at which point maybe
their position is somewhat never established properly.