i think one of the biggest things that contributes to my mental issues is that my mom, no blame on her for this mind you, kinda trauma dumped on me a lot when i was growing up and i've kinda grown into a sorta quasi-therapist role for her on occasion where i listen to her vent about stuff. it's not really a singular event, more a singular thing that continuously goes on, but still.
and here's the thing. when the traumatic shit is that you were told your own god damn dad is a piece of shit who forced her into a relationship by stealthing her along with various other stories of SA, kidnapping, and similar traumas, it gets REALLY confusing on the psyche. like, i feel like i'm not supposed to be traumatized by this. it didn't happen to me yet i have a bunch of definitely ptsd like symptoms just from the secondhand of her recounting it and my perception on the world (and men as unfortunate as that is) changed immensely and immutably. i have no god damn idea how she lived through that, she's a god damn champion imo