No it's his family's view of me. First it was my name, Bernie short for Bernadette she must be a 'Catholic' they are high church/methodist and grandmother tee total. Actually I was born a catholic but my foster mother decided to send me to a C Of E school because the other kids she fostered who went to a catholic school new their 'catecism?' but couldn't read and write. Also I had a 'social worker' so there must be something wrong with me. The fact that all fostered kids had a social worker didn't matter. I'll give them that I had a nervous breakdown when I was 17, o/d'd and ended up with a psychiatrist for about a year. However their idea of 'mental breakdown's' is that it is something you don't give into. The grandfather was seen as a bit 'mardy' miserable probably depressed but wasn't allowed to be so. I only found out that my husband's uncle who was a lecturer and went to Oxford had a nervous breakdown years ago. They never told me it was the 'family secret'. Even now his mum says. Don't just sit there looking miserable get up and clean the curtains/floor etc. She can never relax and stay still. My husband is depressed, that is why he drinks but he won't admit it. Given the famils circs I'm not surprised! Anyway may have been abrupt a few days ago, sorry but sometimes People say things to me professionals that I take to heart and feel they are being unfair, but now I think about it they are probably right...I have to decide what I want and get on with life and not wallow in the past/past injustices.