This resonates with me a lot. I honestly don't even remember much of my childhood… it all feels like a distant memory. I still second-guess myself, and think there's no way it was abusive. We've been to Disney, went on family trips, we were a big happy family.. right? Maybe there's just something wrong with me…
But then I realize some of the things that are brought up here. What is a healthy relationship? Healthy love? Emotional safety? I honestly don't know. The few memories that cling on in my brain that aren't superficial are of nights spent yelling at each other, ignoring each other for months, and trying to run away. Threats to throw my cat into the woods, threats to call the police on me, calling me selfish no matter what I do. Hell, they haven't even slept in the same room in years. When they say "I love you" to me I feel nothing. I fear what has happened but has been wiped from my memories, maybe to protect myself? It sounds so stupid, but everytime I'm reminded of my "lack of culture" because I never got to watch those shows, movies, or listen to music as a kid. To this day I'm still so indifferent about it all. I fear my whole childhood was spent seeking validation from people, trying to be enough, but I never was. Then the one time I reach out, I get sent to the ER and laughed at on my way home. They've never understood, they still can't acknowledge it.
To this day, it's still like this. Though my mother now acknowledges some of the things she did wrong, she thinks I can just "move on" and that I'm fine now. I'm the one who has to live with their mistakes, I'm the one who can't have my childhood back. I'm the one who will be broken forever.
To this day, I've struggled with being self destructive. I'm to such a point in which pretty much my entire journey of my suicidal thoughts and suicidality has been driven by my need to cope with my feelings. When shit really hits the fan, all that helps is inching closer to my own death. Some assignment you don't want to do? Just remember you can die, anytime. Can't handle more emotional pain? Just check out. Losing a relationship? Just give it up, one less person to hurt when you die. And now sitting here having everything I need, I fear it's only a matter of time. I can't handle this life anymore, I can't handle the pain, I can't handle the betrayal, but most of all, I can't change who I am, I can't change my past. I was just the "experiment" child, the first, the failure. I'm the one who has to live with that, no one else. Why not just give it up now. Every day I have to stop myself from being too self destructive, I don't want to back myself into that corner. But I don't think this is sustainable for much longer.
Gosh this turned out much longer then I meant. Apologies for the brain dump, still in quite the fog from waking up. Love you all