I have come to the realization and understanding that I am a co-dependent sort of person. Having thought long and hard, researching, reading about co-dependency I have thought back over my life and I know now exactly the point when the seed of co-dependency was planted.
I was about 9 years old. I was sitting in the family room in our house in Hollywood, California watching TV with my 9 year old twin and the other kids who were also twins, 2 years older. My father was in Arizona doing whatever that he needed to do to start a business there. Or he could have been in Oklahoma at a family reunion that we knew nothing about…..(story for another day).
We were all watching TV, I don’t remember what show was on and I heard my mother come down the stairs and ask, “can someone please come help me!” She was wallpapering a room upstairs that was once just the attic but she had converted into a “room”. My siblings and I ignored her at first. I think I was the only one who heard her. She repeated, “Please! Can someone please help me!” She had such pleading in her voice and desperation too. I knew my siblings heard her…they twitched or moved or something so that I knew they heard her, but they pointedly ignored her pleadings.
I couldn’t do that. She, my mother, was pleading! So I went. I got up and went to her. And then, my life was forever altered. And not in a good way.