I'm 30 and recently have looked back on my childhood and started to see it for what I think it really was. I was always under the impression I had a good childhood - went to an expensive school that my parents reference frequently as I've got older about the sacrifice they made for it, I had every opportunity under the sun (dance lessons, horse riding, whatever I wanted really). My parents were always present in the sense that they never missed a sports day at school and always checked how I was doing at school and made sure I had everything I needed.
However, as I've got older, I've noticed how emotionally unavailable my parents are. I can't talk to my mum about anything, without feeling like she's speaking to me as if I'm a child. What's odd too is that I actually think I behave more child like around them. I don't know how to be an adult properly in their company as I don't feel free to express myself. I never have. What I always craved as a child was for my mum in particular to listen properly, and be willing to give me time. A good example of this was if i ever wanted to talk to her about anything, it would be fitted in among other things. Mum would always watch emmerdale, for instance, and as soon as it was time for that to start, any conversation we could were having would be cut short and she'd be desperate for me to snap out of whatever was upsetting or worrying me, and to join her downstairs with my dad. If I didn't want to, she'd go anyway. This sort of thing has continued ever since, to the point where I don't bother to share anything much with my parents except general basic generic stuff. The other week I had had a horrible day at work and was reluctant to tell my mum over the phone, and she asked a few questions and I just burst into tears... ten minutes later she wanted to get off the phone because Corrie had started!! I can see the funny side but it also makes me feel so sad. I'm sure she wouldn't do that to a friend.
I've also started thinking more about how my dad would drag me upstairs by my hair if I didn't go up to bed or was shouting and screaming (usually because I was very anxious about school). Even as an adult they will mention this and say I was hard to bring up. Now I am at the age I am, I am quite astonished that they think that is a good reason to have literally pulled clumps of hair from a 7 year olds head. Why didn't they sit sis with me and talk and have patience?
I suppose I'm posting because I have reached a point where I don't feel particularly interested in even seeing my parents much. They make me feel sad more often than not. Although we do have some nice times now and then where I genuinely enjoy their company. It's as if all this stuff has suddenly come to the forefront of my mind, when in my early twenties I barely thought of it. It makes me feel a bit sick now though. They're not at all bad people but I'm struggling with a proper relationship with them.
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Feeling so anxious about seeing parents that you stop
Dineoutone · 03/03/2017 21:48
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