Halloween is tricky for me, and frankly, I hate it every time it comes around.
I am a mom to two kids who love Halloween, so I try so very hard to let them experience the fun of Halloween.
My spouse also goes over the top decorating the house with Halloween decorations. I pretend it isn’t there, and my spouse will never understand it.
My kids love Halloween. They love the dressing up, decorating the house, the endless parties, the pumpkin decorating, and of course the trick or treating and conquest of candy that comes with it.
I pretend the best I can for them that I like Halloween. I hate it. Though, in fairness, before I became pre-diabetic, I enjoyed eating their candy.
Halloween is a scary time for me. As someone who was raised to not trust the world, Halloween makes it all the more confusing. I can’t spot the truly dangerous people very easily because Halloween gives people permission to dress up and act scary.
Reality is hard enough for me, and then we have this stupid excuse of a holiday that drags out for a month of celebrating an alternative reality.
When I was a child, Halloween was also a scary and violent time for me. My flashbacks of Halloween are more like a real horror movie. That’s what is running through my head when I walk my children around for trick or treating.
I would prefer to pretend like Halloween doesn’t exist, and let the other adults judge me as “no fun.”
Sadly, for me, Halloween is just something to survive and get through the month.
I try to be happy my children are excited and having so much fun, but in the back of my mind, I am obsessively counting the minutes until it is over.