My name is unusual, Taryn, and that kind of defined my persona for me as a child, as I was always the "unusual' one.. as Ihave grown in years I have come to realise that there are many other Taryn's out there who went through the same childhood mediochre trauma of never having stationary or novelty cups or labels with their name on it as most other kids did! I always have liked my name for the reason that it is different, and being young and thinking that different can be beautiful too is a pretty healthy attitude to have. I grew up as an only child living in a family that consisted of my dad ( who took me back to his parents when I was 18months) and my grandma and grandpa. Living with my parents for my dad ment conditions, as they were very stunch Irish catholic people who put god first family second and football and beer on an even third. With most catholic households I grew up in fear and guilt in almost every aspect of my life, and never felt I achieved the levels of high achievment expected of me daily, from schoolwork, to sport, to church and sunday school...Oh yes sunday school and church every sunday was apart of one of the conditions I discussed briefly earlier. My mother was well enough to take an active role in my life when I turned 8, and prior to that my saturday visits at nan's were filled with playing with my older sister who was 8 yrs my senior (half sis from mums 1st marriage at 17 but I don't think of her as anything but my true sister) waiting almost every saturday morning sitting by the window wondering when mum would come to see me.. She eventually did, and found a suitable husband that could provide for her and wisk her away to cairns to a new life, with the promise of course of frequent holidays, full of excitement and adventure. This didn't occur for another 2 years and each xmas holiday I would fly up to cairsns for 2 weeks.. mostly spending time with the nanny who lived next door, who also cared for other rich kids, who's parent worked all day and night.The most vivid memories of those times in the tropics (as gorgeous as it possibly could be) was the frequent dinner party's held by my mum and step dad dabble..Alcohol became a big part of our family dynamic especially now that being the youngest , my older stepsisters, my real sister and step brother were all over 18 by the time I turned 13. So I discovered a way that allowed me to interact with the adults and not feel so isolated, and a way to make my memories in cairns exciting ones to bring back home to my school friends..
Being a loner and feeling stuck btw two worlds when settling back into home life with grandparents and school, I quickly fell behind in school, and any serious interest that went with it. My fathers girlfriend of over7 years was ending which was my only chance at areal family, and a real mum. What made it worse at such avulenerable age, my grnfather died a long and viscious battle with prostate cancer, with my grandmother nursing him, in the same house I was beginning to go through puperty in..difficult, exciting , strangetimes growing up and that is only and early glimpse of the trauma's and triumphs that has occured to make me who i am today... the Older I get from this age becomes too hurtful to tel any more as I have been trrough much suffering to find my perfect place in this perfect world, with not so perfet people..
Interests
Reading, Travelling, IT, Movies, eating, music, drawing, scrap book, photography, Travweling, my life partener, spitituality, the occult, Astrology, egyptology, the Cartouche
Favourite Things
Fave Music
Tori Amos, PJ Harvey, Maddonna, Dido, Placebo, Ani Defranko
