How I Overcame Childhood Rejection and My Tips for Others

Hey guys and welcome to I am your resident psychic medium, Bri Clark. Today I’m coming to you from my porch because my dog pack, which are three Chihuahuas, two Chiweenies and a teacup Chihuahua, will not shut up. Will not shut up. I have recorded this blog like four times, and I finally just came outside because I have to get this done. It’s imperative that I share this with you. What I mean by imperative is it’s important and it’s immediate. I keep having so much adversity, like it’s cold, and there’s background noise, and Chihuahuas keep barking, but I will persevere. You will hear this.
If you’re here, you’re here for a reason. In today’s blog post I’m talking about what it’s like to overcome rejection when you are a child. When I was born, my biological father and his family didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I found that out when I was in second grade by my first alcoholic, abusive stepfather. I met my biological father when I was 13 in person. I just wanted to know him. I didn’t have a good relationship with my stepfather at the time, and I had had a stepfather before that stepfather who was around when I was like from birth to three, I think. His name was Red. I don’t remember a lot about him. I just remember he left me. And I remember I thought he was my dad for a long time. Then my first alcoholic stepfather told me on a bender that, “Hey, that’s not your real dad. David Rayburn is your real dad, and he lives like two miles down the road.”
I was like, “Oh, my God.” I was also eight or nine at the time.I found out I had siblings I didn’t know about, and yeah, it was a big deal. So when I was 13. I found out where my dad was. If you don’t know what this is, there’s something called a phone book. It’s what the white pages, at, used to be when it was in print, but I looked up his phone number, and I called him, and we arranged a meeting. I’ll never forget, it was at the local Captain D’s. He told me, basically, that my mom was a whore in high school, and I knew that not to be true, and that he could be my dad, and he could not be my dad. What did I want, child support? I was like, “No, I just wanted to know you. I just wanted to know part of who I am.”
So, yeah, that was a hard one. I just was like, “I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I’m done.” My mom was with my second stepdad, who was an alcoholic for years on and off. He’s the father of my brother Jacob, who you hear a lot about. Then I had three other stepdads. The guy that I refer to now as my dad is Bill Edwards. He’s the first guy that my mother has been married to, or been in a relationship with, that wanted to be my dad.
I know that that is a sacred calling. I know how important it is to have a parent, and allow someone to be your parent is a beautiful thing. There’s a lot of stepparents out there who want to love their stepchildren like their own, and their stepchildren are so angry and hurt that they don’t let you love them.
It’s really frustrating because you don’t know what to do, and I know what that’s like because I’ve been that child who’s been desperate for love but has been so rejected that they don’t want to open up. I also know what it’s like to be that parent who just wants to love these children, who is doing everything that is expected, and then some, who shows up every day, and they reject you constantly. It’s very, very hard to love yourself when you’re constantly rejected and when you’re rejected at such a young age.
I was rejected before I was born. I was rejected numerous times after I was born by men who were in positions of authority, and I was loved. I was very lucky in that I was loved by amazing, truly amazing people: my mother, my grandmother, my aunt, my uncles, my cousins, great aunts and uncles. I have a very strong matriarchal family on my mother’s side. I was so lucky with that, but in the process of doing that, I had to learn to love myself.
Last week I talked about using rose quartz to help you build self-confidence and love yourself. I started building self-confidence in myself when I was in sixth grade. In Jr. High I moved to this super-small school from another super-small school, and I went from being around people that I grew up with and knew all my life to hitting puberty, and hitting it hard, and being around attention from the opposite sex. I got a lot of attention, and it was for the wrong reasons, and I totally ate that up, and let it define me.
So for lesson number one, do not look or allow yourself to receive gratification from the attention of the opposite sex. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. It is a long, twisty, terrible road that I did for several years. Don’t do it. If you’ve done it, stop it. Number two, my suggestion to learn to start loving yourself is tell yourself you love yourself. Wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, or do it through your cell phone. You’re taking selfies all the time, and tell yourself you love yourself. Take a selfie and love it. Don’t take more than one. One selfie, that’s it. Step number three is every day take a selfie and pick out something nice about that selfie.
Right now, I had my hair done. I’ve done my makeup. I’m like freezing my ass off because it’s 40 degrees and my dogs don’t know how to shut the fuck up, but you know what, I’m looking gorgeous. This wind’s blowing my curl out, but I’m still rocking it. Yeah, so step number three, take a selfie, find something about it that you love. Do that for 30 days. That’s it, those three things. Do it for 30 days, and you will start to love yourself.
Just recap…
  1. Do not seek gratification or validation of your value in the opposite sex.
  2. Look in the mirror or look in the phone. Look yourself in the eye and say, “I love you.” Do it every day for 30 days.
  3. Take a selfie every day. Every day for 30 days, and pick something out positive about it. Find something about yourself in that selfie, and in every selfie. It could be the same thing over and over again, but do it. Do it for 30 days, and you will start to build self-confidence, and you will start to love yourself.
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1 thought on “How I Overcame Childhood Rejection and My Tips for Others”

  1. I have a picture of seven-year-old me in my school uniform,, smiling at the camera, in my bedroom. I look at it every day and say encouraging things to the picture, healing the insecure, shy, little girl I was. It’s working!

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