My rebellion against my parents did not start until I was in my late teenage years. I was a little darling and any form of anger was well managed within myself. There was no room to backchat, the house rules did not give room for that. However, I could rebel against any order passed down by my older siblings easily.

Arguing with my mother was easy as soon as I gained admission into the university, I suddenly turned to a pro who seemed to know all. My father had the upper arm and I never had the chance with him. He was too fierce and from experience, I could not even dear. The fear of going against anything my father said was huge and I was never ready to risk anything anyway. I lost my father before I could summon up the courage.

Managing my anger was something I learnt as a child since I was not allowed to vent it in any way. I bottled it all up and because I bottled up for so long, I lashed out in the wrong ways. I found solace in keeping to myself. I tried solving my problems myself and ended up creating more problems, I was quick to hide in my shell if things don’t go my way and I hurt in silence without sharing my pains. This has a huge impact in my adult life. (more…)