I am nearly 50, this all relates to my childhood. I have had counselling and completed cbt. The cbt was very helpful. I have raised my own well rounded, happy, lovely family. I thought I was doing ok but I'm not. I am falling apart significantly and nobody knows. Everyone thinks I'm menopausal.
I was born in Ireland into abject poverty. From the day I was born it was made very clear I wasn't wanted. In fact I was hated. My parents were so cruel. I was beaten, burnt, sexually abused and yet I was the bad person. My mother always convinced others that I was a liar, satan, a thief
When they stopped feeding me, they persuaded a hospital consultant I was anorexic. I wasn't. They convinced a psychiatrist I was mad. Ireland back then was still very church led and parents ruled.
I am convent educated. Some nuns really are as evil as portrayed and when I tried to tell them why my grades were dropping, they told me I obviously deserved what I got at home.
I spoke to a relative who informed the police. My mother dragged me to the local Garda station and the gardai allowed her to beat the hell out of me in front of them. After all it's what I deserved.
I kept running away. I was put in a home. I was not there long as the abuse was worse.
I finally left Ireland when I was 20.
The past few months have been horrendous. I don't know why but I feel hate. Sheer hate towards them. I have nothing to do with them but they are happily living their lives with no consequences. Me, I live in a form of hell.
I haven't amounted to anything. I have no confidence. My life is ruled by fear. Constant fear of bad news, constant fear my children will be hurt or worse. It just will not stop
I feel so very alone with no way out.
I really thought I had dealt with it all. AIBU in wanting them to be punished now?
I am the quietest most peaceful soul. This is breaking my heart.