Stories of Hope
Patrick’s Story Therapy Support
When I thought of the old man, automatic layers of protection wrapped itself around my inner self...but I just wanted to peel my skin off. I couldn’t bring myself to look at another’s eyes for fear they would see me the way I did, defaced and weak.
My journey began from a hopeless state to a change that happened and continues to happen. My story in therapy at One in Four began in 2003. With courage and strength things slowly changed. I had faced the old man many times as a child and adult. I hated him and I loved him and I learnt that I was NOT my father’s son.
After years of giving and receiving nothing, feeling detached and numb, now the Love word which meant little, and only served to open doors to feelings of desertion and betrayal, means a lot to me in its rightful place. It’s the Love I feel for my family and friends…And of course the Love for my mother, who I can’t hug enough it seems.
