I've had a difficult relationship with my parents for years, always find them highly critical of me and my choices.
I've been having counselling lately and have unearthed a lot of the reasons for my resentment and anger towards them, they seem to be based around I guess a kind of emotional neglect in my childhood, the main issues I am struggling with are:
- my older brother was physically violent to me every day for years and years and years, well into his teens where it escalated into quite frankly terrifying and frequent attacks. He had issues of his own and I see the regular violence I grew up with as being due to poor parenting and a failure to basically safeguard me properly in my own home.
- later there was a lot of emotional neglect. My mother seemed to have 'blind spots' areas that she was not prepared to help me with. e.g. never told me about puberty, didn't buy me sanitary protection or bras (I had to steal hers). She discovered I had an eating disorder, told me off for it and then never spoke of it again.
- later still, in my teens a child I knew was murdered. Parents gave me absolutely zero emotional support when this happened. Basically told me it had happened then left me to it to deal with alone, no breaking the news gently, hugs, anything like that. For reasons I won't go into I then ended up being exposed to the murder scene. They knew this and never, ever once asked how I was. Acted as though the whole thing had never happened, left me to deal with it alone.
These days when I see them they are super-critical, still very bullying, constantly trying to make me bend to their own will through silent treatment, threats or manipulation.
I've worked hard in counselling to get through a lot of this stuff and it hasn't been easy. I'm doing well though :)
But I struggle to get over this shitty relationship with them that is so lacking in any kind of care or emotional connection.
I wonder now, if it is time for me to stop trying. Every time I see them I feel traumatised again, remembering what it was like to grow up in a family home with such a weird dynamic where violence and neglect were allowed to flourish. Therapy has helped a lot with the trauma, but my god I am tired of them both now. Where do I draw the line?