Welcome to Day 13 of the 31 Day Blogging Challenge in July! Today, I am going to share my earliest memory. This is going to be quite an odd and short blog post but it’s 100% honest. This really is my earliest memory:
I have just started crawling as a baby…I’m maybe 2 years old? We are living in our old house in Flinders Street, Sunbury. I am wearing an all pink onesie and crawling around our kitchen. I hear loud noises from our living room and make my way there to see my Dad wearing his all white ju-jitsu outfit and practicing his kicks to music on the TV. His face is fierce and his expression scares me. I crawl back to the kitchen and vomit brown liquid under the stools by the table. This is my earliest memory and it is vivid…
When I reflect on this being my earliest memory, it tells me a lot about my life later on. Perhaps this is where my fear of vomiting came from? It also tells me that since infancy, I was afraid of my father which only created anxiety issues down the track. It’s also evident that I was Highly Sensitive since birth. The loud noises and aggressive look on my father’s face overwhelmed me, causing physical sickness. I didn’t feel safe in my home whilst he was around. I developed a negative perception of him very early on in life and this only worsened as I got older. I find it fascinating that I was able to remember that far back. Most people don’t recall being a baby. Very interesting!
What was your earliest memory? I hope it was more positive than mine!
See you tomorrow! Peace & Love