
Water-Lily
Enlightened
- Dec 26, 2020
- 1,203
At 24 I am non functional. I cannot work. I have emotional toddler like breakdowns. I cannot manage finances. I struggle to communicate and express my true feelings since I am tired of being alone
This isn't who I was meant to be. Trauma and severe abuse made me this way. On the surface I was always "mature". I was always the "smart good kid". I was none of those things. I was heavily traumatized and abused. I was being abused in a way no one could see because I had no scars physically. I was being abused emotionally and covertly. I was being called names. I was being controlled, and my absuer dominated my life. I had no bodily autonomy or privacy or respect. I had no healthy love.
Put any child in that situation for almost 20 years, and you have someone who cannot function and survive in the real world
For a while I thought my friends could understand me. But the more I "healed" and talked to them, the more I realized that while they had their own traumas, I was severe. At least they were ablate say how they felt. They were able to do thigns on their own. They were allowed some level of freedom to grow. But my mom kept me on a tight leash. And my family did/does nothing. Only "only you knew how you felt. We couldn't understand you". Of course not. They were never on my side. They just let my mom abuse me and didn't step in. The signs were there, but they could not "do anything". Leaving me emotionally crippled and torn down.
It was not normal for my mom to take it upon herself to shave me. It was not normal for her to constantly insist on doing my hair and berating and abusing me every time I insisted on doing it myself. It was not normal for her to put me on a strict diet. It was not normal to abuse me and control me so heavily. And it was never about "me not being able to do it myself". She just wanted to control me. She just wanted to use me. She just wanted an excuse to have power because she could not function herself
Looking back my mom was severely non functional. She worked as a teacher for years, but she was always having some problem or complaint. Then she lost her job because she threatened to blow up the school, kill herself, and her kids. She was forced into therapy, only to scream and cry when the therapist asked her if she had childhood trauma. My mom did. She was molested, physically abused, emotionally, neglected, etc. It seemed like she had no love in her life either, but she let it make her become a monster. But she thrived because everyone enabled her. They allowed her to keep abusing, and hence she got away with abusing and ruining me.
When I would talk to my friends, as kind as they are, would just say "we're sorry you're struggling. We don't know what to say". How can they know? They have had decent families, no severe trauma or abuse, and decent to supportive parents. But I got the worst. A raging mom and an enabling dad. Hell my whole family is filled with non functional idiots. But at least some were able to hold down jobs. I am here unable to because my mom broke me too much
All this to say, I feel ashamed. The abuse wasn't my fault. I am where I am now because so many things were out of my control. I naturally can't be functional in the same way my friends are because their traumas or lives weren't as bad. I just feel so out of place being around them. I don't want to be around them. A mirror to the shame of who I am, and what I can't be like. I don't want "empathy" or give myself "compassion". Trying to love yourself is too hard and I can't keep doing this
I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. But I feel I have no choice
It doesn't matter that I am "young". It doesn't matter than I come off as "smart". What matters is that I am left defected and non functional because I was s horribly abused, worse in ways than my friends were. Because at least my friends had some freedom and autonomy. I didn't, and my family allowed my mom to get away with it. And now I'm "too sensitive" and should "get over it". But who was there for me? Who cared about me? I know when I suicide that will be it. They'll insist I was the problem and move on. I'm expected to be there for everyone, but who was there for me? Thats the life long damage of being the scapegoat. And now that I want to establish boundaries, I should do "better".
I genuinely feel like there is no way out of this. I barely have any energy to get out of bed. This isn't living anymore. This is just stagnation till I die.
This isn't who I was meant to be. Trauma and severe abuse made me this way. On the surface I was always "mature". I was always the "smart good kid". I was none of those things. I was heavily traumatized and abused. I was being abused in a way no one could see because I had no scars physically. I was being abused emotionally and covertly. I was being called names. I was being controlled, and my absuer dominated my life. I had no bodily autonomy or privacy or respect. I had no healthy love.
Put any child in that situation for almost 20 years, and you have someone who cannot function and survive in the real world
For a while I thought my friends could understand me. But the more I "healed" and talked to them, the more I realized that while they had their own traumas, I was severe. At least they were ablate say how they felt. They were able to do thigns on their own. They were allowed some level of freedom to grow. But my mom kept me on a tight leash. And my family did/does nothing. Only "only you knew how you felt. We couldn't understand you". Of course not. They were never on my side. They just let my mom abuse me and didn't step in. The signs were there, but they could not "do anything". Leaving me emotionally crippled and torn down.
It was not normal for my mom to take it upon herself to shave me. It was not normal for her to constantly insist on doing my hair and berating and abusing me every time I insisted on doing it myself. It was not normal for her to put me on a strict diet. It was not normal to abuse me and control me so heavily. And it was never about "me not being able to do it myself". She just wanted to control me. She just wanted to use me. She just wanted an excuse to have power because she could not function herself
Looking back my mom was severely non functional. She worked as a teacher for years, but she was always having some problem or complaint. Then she lost her job because she threatened to blow up the school, kill herself, and her kids. She was forced into therapy, only to scream and cry when the therapist asked her if she had childhood trauma. My mom did. She was molested, physically abused, emotionally, neglected, etc. It seemed like she had no love in her life either, but she let it make her become a monster. But she thrived because everyone enabled her. They allowed her to keep abusing, and hence she got away with abusing and ruining me.
When I would talk to my friends, as kind as they are, would just say "we're sorry you're struggling. We don't know what to say". How can they know? They have had decent families, no severe trauma or abuse, and decent to supportive parents. But I got the worst. A raging mom and an enabling dad. Hell my whole family is filled with non functional idiots. But at least some were able to hold down jobs. I am here unable to because my mom broke me too much
All this to say, I feel ashamed. The abuse wasn't my fault. I am where I am now because so many things were out of my control. I naturally can't be functional in the same way my friends are because their traumas or lives weren't as bad. I just feel so out of place being around them. I don't want to be around them. A mirror to the shame of who I am, and what I can't be like. I don't want "empathy" or give myself "compassion". Trying to love yourself is too hard and I can't keep doing this
I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. But I feel I have no choice
It doesn't matter that I am "young". It doesn't matter than I come off as "smart". What matters is that I am left defected and non functional because I was s horribly abused, worse in ways than my friends were. Because at least my friends had some freedom and autonomy. I didn't, and my family allowed my mom to get away with it. And now I'm "too sensitive" and should "get over it". But who was there for me? Who cared about me? I know when I suicide that will be it. They'll insist I was the problem and move on. I'm expected to be there for everyone, but who was there for me? Thats the life long damage of being the scapegoat. And now that I want to establish boundaries, I should do "better".
I genuinely feel like there is no way out of this. I barely have any energy to get out of bed. This isn't living anymore. This is just stagnation till I die.