[sighs]
I guess ever since I first met my integration aide, I have wanted a foreign-born "mother" whom wasn't depressed and constantly tired like my real, biological (and over-protective) mother. As time progressed, it became something...else.
I guess now, I am ashamed to admit, my deepest desire was (and probably is) to become a lover/partner to a mature (or at least slightly older than myself) Dutchwoman (though any foreigner - i.e. non-Australian would do, my integration aide being of Dutch origin and the fact I was sexually assaulted by Australian males around the same time period may have had something to do with it). Strangest thing is, I was kissed on the cheek by a mature Australian woman, whom was, incidentally, pure Dutch in her background (both her mum and dad were Dutch, she herself told me so in a conversation) and I, indeed, returned the kiss, same way. That was when I was eighteen, and she was my carer, so that is a little sick. Although that may not seem like much, to me at the time it was a wall broken down. I think that was close enough, I generally think it is a GOOD thing that my desire WASN'T fulfilled in its entirety.
However, sometimes I wonder what could have been, and I guess a small part of me hungers for that kind of love, but I think if my father caught me, he would be irate, my reputation would go down the chute...but sometimes, though I never (so far) made acquisitive actions for that kind of relationship, at times, I wish I have had done or wish I could do so in the future.