
Lady Lazarus 2020
Student
- Jan 25, 2020
- 144
Sounds good! I may be asleep because my schedule has been turned upside down, but I'll reply when I'm conscious.
Condensed version:
Things were kind of off for me from the start, my father more or less abandoned me and my mother when I was 2 so she was taking care of me with my sister (who was 14 at the time) from that point on. However, my mother liked to party and drink and not be the best parent to my sister and I. I don't remember much of that, but as my older sister now says: "Pixie, you got the sick mother, I got the party mom." Because of that anger and hurt, my older sister used to hit my mother when my mom would get drunk. Speaking of sick mother: My mom was diagnosed with emphysema and COPD when I was 5, so I've only ever really known that mom. She was also quite unstable a lot of days (looking back, I see that she was a bipolar borderline--just like me), so there was also that we had to deal with, and she was addicted to lots of things (mainly drinking). When I was 8 she got me taken away from her because of the drinking for a year, so I went to live with my father (still more or less had very little contact with him up until this point). During that time (we all lived in my grandmother's house) my older cousin repeatedly raped and molested me. That was the first time I remember wanting to die. I had my first suicide attempt at 9, then more followed once I hit 12-13 and beyond. My preteen-teenage years consisted of trying to do normal things for my age range, but often taking care of my mother who was either mentally or physically sick and also while being terribly depressed most of the time. I was the mother, she was the daughter..at least it often felt that way. She went into a nursing home right before I turned at (almost 28 now), and died in January of 2012. I miss her a lot but I also have a lot of issues to work through because of the years of trauma that I endured from all of this. I by no means blame her for any of the way I feel about wanting to ctb, but I think that things might have been a little different if I didn't grow up in such an oddly toxic but loving environment. My father came back into my life after my mother passed btw, I don't know where to fit that in. We have a good relationship now for the most part.
This is a tiny fraction of why I am here, but that is what molded me. I have also been subjected to many forms of abuse over the years besides my cousin, so that adds to the mix.
I have since then always at least had some ideations in passing, though usually they are more active than not. I have borderline personality disorder, bipolar type 2, generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, social anxiety, 4 types of PTSD, depression, and I also have Asperger's syndrome.
Last summer was terrible, I got EXTREMELY suicidal (it seemed like out of no where, but I think I've pinpointed the reason now). I ended up spending May-September in and out of psych hospitals trying to fix the issue. During June I was at a hospital that ended up not having a bed for me because I wasn't insured and was being sent home, after driving an hour and a half away to get to and being assured I'd have a bed. I was NOT a happy camper. So I sat there in the mental health hospital's lobby and I started Googling methods. I came across an article about S. Shatto that actually mentioned the website the frequented. I didn't plan on actually joining since I'm really shy, but I wanted to use the search function. I'm glad that I did, because this place has become my home!
I am pming you a response to this right now...