When I was growing up there was always a huge problem with taking me to the doctor.
On one occassion I'm pretty sure I fractured my foot and never got any treatment for it. I remember this vividly because I was crawling around the house with it raised up and if it touched (lightly) the floor then the pain was so bad I contorted around on the floor.
I had a bad injury as the result of something quite horrible that happened outside of the home and never got any treatment for it. Really it should have been a) treated by a doctor and b) what happened should have been reported. I think that's why I couldn't get treatment, because someone would have to know what happened.
As a teenager I needed an operation. Both of my P's seemed to fight me on going to the doctor. It's hard to explain. Eventually I got to the hospital for my surgery, having been told I'd made a huge fuss and it was all my fault anyway. The surgeon asked why on Earth I'd left it so long and did I realise all of the complications that could result from the delay. There was a concern about me having cancer. I was OK in the end, obviously which was a relief but my DF declared that it was not allowed to be mentioned and my DM made sure I understood that.
I got an infection in a tooth and one side of my face swelled up, and I mean it was huge. It was red hot and hard. My family found this hilarious because I "looked like a hamster". When I got to a dentist they told me that could have been very serious left untreated in that way. My DM's response was to get angry with me.
I hurt my leg playing a sport and my DM just kept banging on about me being fat. Obviously if you can't walk you run the risk of gaining some weight. She seemed to have some weird fixation on "people" (who I have no idea) thinking I was sexually active if I went to the GP.
There's loads of other things.
This has all kind of made me into the sort of person who stays quiet and just gets on with being ill, but I think sometimes I don't know how ill I am.
This will sound crazy, because it is, but when I lived in the same town as my Ps I once turned up at the doctors at the same time as my DF. I walked around the block to avoid him. I had to sneak in and sneak out, peeking from behind a wall. That's how extreme all this is. When you get used to it, you sort of react before you've even thought about it.
I've had therapy and obviously need more but it doesn't really help at all. I feel pretty ill at the moment, like, even I'm thinking - uh oh. I need to go to the doctor but it's so hard overturning decades of conditioning like that.
This site is really useful because you can get some help from people who have been through the same thing.
I need to be able to go to the doctor like a normal person. I used to go. I get that no one enjoys it, especially when something might be serious.
Before I went NC with my Ps I didn't feel this bad. Something about realizing that I'm not just from a not so great background but seemingly an awful one has really knocked me down. It's awful to have a therapist gasp in horror when you talk to them.
Has anyone been through this kind of thing? Where do I even start getting back on my feet?
Because I didn't realise what my situation was it carried on into my adult life. I thought every family had their eccentricities and sadness going on. I didn't realise my life was so weird. People say acknowledging something is the first step, but what's the second one?