I will agree that my home was quite dysfunctional because in fact mydad was an active alcoholic throughout my childhood. I did indeed havesome real memories of some pretty chaotic and scary times. As this"therapy" proceeded to dredge up everything negative about mychildhood I began to get very depressed. Clinical depressionunfortunately runs in my family and I had previously been treated forit. I began treating my depression with alcohol until I realized thatI was drinking every night. I entered a rehab and got sober and havenever had a drink since.
Because worked in the room during the and I toured Mission Control when I was eight, I have always had an abiding interest in space exploration. When I watched the and missions (they are vivid memories), it was watching what my father did for a living, and was one of my childhood’s starker memories.
The memories of my childhood haunt me like a passion
A highly significant phase of fully believing in the reality of myrecovered "memories" was going to other mental health professionalsfor evaluations. A psychiatrist and a psychologist concluded fromtheir psychological testing and evaluation that indeed I had beenseverely traumatized as a child. With these results, I fully believedthat my good and happy childhood was really a cruel joke. (I only wishthat I realized then what I know now, that Psychological testing isnot a proof of history. It is only a reflection of what you believeand what is in your mind at the time of testing.)