So I just had one of my parents say to me, "If I had known your life was going to be this bad, I would not have ever had children and put you through it." Well, color me gobsmacked in surprise...
Anyone else ever have someone actually acknowledge that your life is legitimately hell?
My mother came close to saying something similar but she was more saying it out of frustration and pity for her own self in having to deal with the aftermath (me and my suffering) stemming from her (and my father's) gamble of a decision (and how they handled me going forward).
I blamed myself for a long time and they enjoyed that because that is their own default-find a way to blame their most unfortunate child for the way they react to issues they never fucking asked for nor had a way out from under.. but then I realized I was NOT to blame in the slightest, I was just angry at myself for making worse decisions (due to a total lack of support and a distressed state) based on a domino effect that I never set off in the first place, never had a hand in. (Which goes far beyond simply being born.)
If I were to just smile and wave, take all the hits and blatant inequality in silence, with no protest, she (my mother) and everyone else would prefer it that way and would not fight for the best for me, I have been fighting my entire life to be heard over matters that are obvious to anyone with a modicum of common sense, honesty, and fair vision.
This is why I'm so terrified of ending up as a vegetable..they'd already prefer it if I were a voluntary one! (Which honestly, I probably do come across as..to avoid conflict, insults, and further neglect & cruelty. Vulnerable people have to choose their battles wisely.)
I have spent so much of my life FIGHTING, arguing, begging, pleading, explaining the readily apparent within an inch of my life..so much time wasted on just the initial FIGHT they forced me to put up.
So when people conflate my type of issues (and all the subsequent consequences) with how
I value
myself (telling me I must hate myself or something to that effect) I become enraged. Nothing could be more backwards and wrong.
I have never fought more for someone in my life, than I have for myself, surely I have shown plenty of love towards myself as I am always defending and trying to protect myself, trying to make a tiny isolated space for myself to grow in any small way I can manage, alongside the constant looming rot.
You cannot acquire a solution to a problem if it's not something you can fix on your own, and other people willfully fail to recognize its magnitude-due to the desire to shirk their own responsibility and contributions to the hell someone endures.
They know the truth, they know how fucked I am and they all know their part in it, especially if they were to have even a minuscule moment of self reflection (which I've had in spades) but they are masters of hypocrisy, delusion, blocking out countless memories that put them in a bad light, and blame shifting, etc.
I have been forced to waste over a decade on the battle for a mere (and proper) ounce of recognition of what has utterly destroyed me, I am EXHAUSTED from that alone.
There are fleeting moments of clarity where the full scope of my predicament is appreciated for just how barren, torturous and contentious it is..but they go as soon as they come, as everyone is the victim of their own story, so that means the real victims can only be acknowledged as such for brief (and redacted) periods, like a forgotten side character in another person's said story, which leaves no time to actually assist or comfort the struggling.