I’m pretty sure that people who knew me as a troubled teen and young adult would baulk at the idea of me now being a therapist. I was never a bully, but I got into drinking, drugs and sex early, was caught shoplifting a few times, then struggled with addictions in my 20s. I had undiagnosed ADHD, as it turns out, and parents who were very preoccupied with their own dramas. I believed I was a “bad kid” and deserved nothing but a bad life, so guess how I acted…I was that kid who I see people on mumsnet saying they’d stop their nice kids being friends with.
What changed it was receiving therapy in rehab in my mid 20s, having the ADHD diagnosed and medicated, and then volunteering afterwards with young people at high risk of offending. The experiences I’d had meant I could relate to them. They appreciated that I wasn’t perfect. I can see and appreciate now how hard I worked to make things different for myself, and how lucky I was to meet professionals who didn’t write me off and saw potential I and many others around me (who were understandably sick of my shit) didn’t see. I lost most of the decent friends I ever made in my late teens and early 20s and I accept that as a consequence of my actions. I was too much for them, at that time.
I dare say though despite everything I did to change my life, people who knew me then might struggle to see how I could be so very different and could hand on heart say I’d never go back to that. The people from our past often stay sort of “frozen in time” for us and if she hurt and humiliated you, I can understand why it would be hard to fathom that she’s suddenly now in a helping profession and position of trust. I’d expect anyone who knew me from the past wouldn’t want to send their kids to see me, because I know their view of me, having not seen me in 20 years or more, is probably still that chaotic, messy, troubled young person. And if I hurt them during that time, I don’t expect forgiveness or reconciliation.
What I wouldn’t expect them to do, however, would be to actively try to ruin what I have now by smearing my reputation or “outing” my past. I work on the principle that pretty much everyone deserves a second chance and to get on with life without being always dragged down by the past.