2 Chronicles 24:27 Now concerning his sons, and the greatness of the burdens laid upon him, and the repairing of the house of God, behold, they are written in the story of the book of the kings. And Amaziah his son reigned in his stead.
We all have history. I am not sure if there is a chronicle of your life, but I have mine. It has changed over the years because truths are not always revealed in a moment. They are revealed as we are prepared to receive and believe them. Up until that time, life is nothing more than a perception.
I was born August 15th, 1947, in my maternal grandmother’s bed on my grandfather’s farm. I was a blue baby, my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.
My father was a WWII veteran born April 2nd, 1910. I never knew the man he was before the war. I got the father with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder but none of us knew that at the time. One of the signs I can see know was a reluctance to share anything deeply personal and a determination to avoid all circumstances where his dark past could erupt. I saw it for a moment only once in my life.
Personal family history now leads me to believe that my mother probably suffered a mild case of Asperger’s syndrome. It is inheritable, perhaps more pronounced in me than her. It is also more pronounced in my daughter and my granddaughter is autistic. Mom was never diagnosed nor was I at the time.
These are all historical factors which led me to a point in my early teen years where I was angry all the time. If science was looking at Asperger’s at the time, my anger issues might have been explained in that diagnosis but it wasn’t and I did not know why I was angry all the time.
My oldest brother had a violent temper which led to his removal from our home.