Today is young carers awareness day.
I’ve been painting furniture and thinking.
From my dad’s Ulcerative Collitis to mum’s Endometriosis to my sister being born severely disabled . (Quite a few of my early memories also point to my mum being quite depressed when I was little)
I was a young carer from age 5
I’d not really considered that before today.
You just assume your family is normal don’t you?
I’m not even sure if young carers existed in the 1980’s.
The emotional support I found myself offering before I could deal with my own had a lasting effect. The mentalisation course I am currently on is part of me learning to deal with this.
Hearing another speak of her experience of being a young carer herself really got me thinking yesterday and today as young carers awareness day.
A big shout out today for #youngcarerswareness and the amazing work local support groups do, so children do not have to face it on their own.