Hi all,
Long-time lurker here, driven to finally jump in and ask for some advice. I have a couple of things tearing me apart and I can't talk to anyone in real life about my feelings.
Last year before Xmas I had some surgery due to a chronic disease I now have nerve damage from, and I'm about to start new immune drugs, but I am dealing with feelings and symptoms around it and those are hard. I also have Covid right now and Im aware that might be making me feel more hopeless? I just feel like I've been punched hard and then again just as I was getting up.
One of the things upsetting me is how much of my childhood trauma seems to have resurfaced during this time, especially around womanhood. I was such a happy, girly little girl - I loved stereotypically pretty things and princesses and so on, I had long golden hair past my waist and only wore dresses. Then I have big memory gaps around my abusive father until my teens, where I was abused again by a local man. I started hiding myself behind very short hair and baggy clothes and substance abuse and never came out again. My mum is a good person in her own way but wasn't really cut out for the emotional side of motherhood if that makes sense, she couldn't cope with me if I had big emotions and couldn't cope at all when I was abused, in fact to be honest it only happened because I was so neglected in my early teens I was just left to be out on my own all day seeing whoever, I left school illegally at 13 and no once did anything, that's how I got involved with this local abuser and drugs. When I got my first period, mum just quizzed me about whether I'd been assaulted and then didn't speak about it again. Never bought tampons or anything, I learned about san-pro from school when they intervened because I was using napkins.
This is just to give an overall picture of how I didn't feel safe in my own femininity after a certain age I guess. There is a point to that, I promise!
Over the years I've tried to reconnect with that girly girl I used to adore being but I can't. I feel I look ridiculous, when I wear make-up I know everyone is thinking I look like a stupid clown. I hold myself wrong, in a dress I look like I'm in drag, like some awkward plain lump. Really graceless. I've even hit myself in the face in the bathroom before during a party once because I knew I was so ugly compared to all the real women. It's so dispiriting and I hate myself when I try and look 'pretty' because I know that's something reserved for other women. I think other women are really beautiful, and when I see a woman who looks happy in a lovely dress and is just...sparkling and radiating in that way they do, I'm just in awe really. It's like looking at a queen or something!!
My relationships are messed up as you might imagine and I go for really unavailable older guys. (I know I need more therapy for this stuff, believe me!!)
Anyway, I was just thinking about the summer and whether it would be stupid to even think about trying to heal this part of me again and they told me the new drugs will probably make my hair fall out, and for some reason it's just tipped me over the edge of everything about this situation just not being worth it. Like it is time to just retire into shapeless army trousers and resign myself to being alone and ugly and in chronic pain forever.
I know I probably need a kick in the butt but please be gentle with your toecaps as I am really fragile right now.