Starting to seriously think about some sort of therapy now. I've never wanted to before, but I've been reading more, thinking a lot and wonder if it might help.
For the last day or so, I've been thinking about one event. Mum came to visit me about ten years ago. I think she just wanted a city trip, do some museums etc. She was very much an alcoholic at the time but she was still sort of functional. I was starting to shake off some of the denial. Anyway, I met her in the city centre, she got out of a taxi and my heart sank because I realised she was already drunk. We went to a museum but I wanted to climb out of my skin and I thought I cannot fucking do this. I cannot be here. I cannot stay in this situation a second longer. I told her I was going home and I left her by herself.
I feel enormously guilty about this. And ashamed, because who leaves their mother alone in a city like that? She knew the city, had plenty of money, would be fine, but it's still not ok. I think maybe my brain has chosen this event to help express the general guilt and shame that I otherwise can't really make tangible.
I told my partner all of this just now, but he walked away, up the stairs, saying his contact lenses were irritating him. He's very apologetic now and I don't think he meant to do that, but I realised I cannot risk this happening again. It's already hard enough to talk or express anything, ever. I've never really been listened to. I think I need to pay someone, who will sit there and listen and not walk away.
Hope no one minds me pouring out about this rather niche event but I had to get it out just now.