Behind the Photos--Part 2

When I was around 11 and 12 years old, I was teased by Christian friends about being "overweight"--even though my weight was normal, or near normal.  I began to take it seriously and made attempts at dieting [mostly unsuccessfully], over the years.  In college, I got worse and it took some years before I was able to get therapy for an eating disorder.  I found some help immediately but some of the issues lingered for many years....  I dropped out of college in the meantime.


Before I got the therapy, I met my husband-to-be at a small, Christian residential school.  They had unusual rules about "courting" and I had trouble dealing with the situation....  It took some extra therapy to handle this matter and I thank God for all the therapy I've received.


As far as my parents went, my father had told my mother before he died that they should've gotten counselling and stayed together.  My mom was happy with that idea.


My own marriage didn't last that long--we both had too much baggage....  Am thankful that God helped me raise my son alone when he was little, and I received social assistance which was for health and mental health concerns.  I did receive some training as a certified reflexologist; and I made efforts with photographic art, where I participated in an art show.  Later, I developed a serious interest in attending law school but wasn't able to go.


When my Landlord/Tenant and alleged, criminal matters came up, some of the gay police and their associates used them to draw me into the special police project; and I've been doing writing for them....  My ex-husband had also worked with police at different times, and they wanted his help; and I mostly found out after he died....  It's been a privilege to work on a common cause that he also worked on, as a heterosexual.


The police have had their false, gay story about me but homosexuality hasn't been an issue for me, personally.  I've had many other challenges but not that one.


[My parents were immigrants who came to Canada with my uncle's family.  They were quite a strong support for us, and we met regularly with a fellow immigrant group for social and religious events.  There was also delicious ethnic food and we had many happy times with all these people.]