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My Childhood with dad

deanbevan

Updated: Jun 11, 2024

I was born to Anthony and Linda and for the first 10 years of my life lived with them and Linda’s two nut case daughters. One of the things that has come out of me asking for help and changing my life is that I have been diagnosed with C-PTSD I knew my childhood wasn’t a great one and I seen things that no child should see, abuse, violence, kidnap, drugs, crime but it showed me how not to be a dad, but it has had a lasting effect on me which in all honesty I did not realize. And I think the only way I am going to get everything that affects me is by letting it all out. I need some way to deal with all this and the let of steam when I get stressed dealing with life and the girls. My dad had 13 kids and the funny thing was he never wanted kids he just liked shagging. It was horrible at his funeral because there was only 3 of his children there and he wasn’t talking to any of at the time of his death. He may not have been the best dad in the world, but I loved him so much. When him and Linda split, and I moved in with her she stopped me seeing my dad for a lot of years. When we got back in touch it was lovely, he used to love sitting asking me about work. Life in Birmingham with dad was ok he worked a lot and didn’t spend much time with me but when he did it was great, we would go fishing, go to villa park to watch the villa play or I would just sit watching old films with him (I still love watching the same films now because they remind me of our time together)

The worse part of my life then was being force fed, I never liked vegetables or meals like liver bacon and onions and because I wouldn’t  eat them (let me point it out that I wasn’t being a little shit I couldn’t stand the texture or taste and it would make me ill) I would have the same plate for the next meal even breakfast the next day, but when they could be bothered I would be made to sit on my hands and they would force fed me. The only veg I could eat as a kid was peas, only by taking them like pills with a drink. But all this has given me a bad relationship with food. Don’t get me wrong love crap food but veg and fruit is a nope from me.

I never really seen a great deal of crime around my dad the only thing involving my dad I remember was my cousin little Jimmy coming out of prison one day and on his way to our house he brought an Autotrader. He showed me cars in it and there was, I think an RS turbo in black with the red trim he told me he was going to buy it. The next morning little jimmy, my dad and I uncle jimmy where outside our house working on that car, and it was class what a car, but turns out little jimmy had been and robbed that car the night before and they were ringing it. Then there was a armed robbery at our local post office, the robber had a golf club as a weapon. About four or five hours after the robbery there was a massive banging at our front door, one of my sister’s boyfriends jumped up and hid behind the Curtin and all I heard was “hello Paul” as a copper put his head through the open window. My dad had nothing to do with the robbery, but Paul had taken one of my dad’s golf clubs to rob the post office, dad was so pissed off cos they took his new golf bag and clubs as evidence.

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