NC for this.
I had a terrible childhood. I was abused and witnessed some terrible stuff. I was spoke to like shit, called names, humiliated, hit and my father on a couple of occasions went to put a cigarette out on me. My parents relationship was horrendous, screaming, shouting, thumping each other, ignoring each other and us kids for weeks at a time. And as well as hearing and seeing a lot of it myself, my mum also used to tell me everything from a very young age including that my dad raped her. It was all covered up and people used to think we were a normal family, we were threatened so as not to tell anyone. There were times of normality which only added to the confusion. There was never really a kind word or encouragement. I just felt very alone and powerless.
I was understandably a very anxious child. I thought my mum was a victim of my bullying father but realise now that although she was, she also enabled him to abuse me and my siblings and is just as twisted as him.
Thankfully for me, I somehow managed to achieve well academically and left ‘home’ at 18. For me, my childhood made me focus on getting away from my parents and that lifestyle. I was determined to get a good education and make good decisions and only have good people in my life. I became good at pretending it hadn’t happened. I think my over anxious, highly strung, traumatised personality at that time made me feel I had to do everything ‘right’ so that’s what I did, with no support.
I know so many people that had similar childhoods and they went completely off the rails in their teen years and their life spiralled in their 20s. I do sometimes wonder how that didn’t happen to me. I did sometimes drink heavily in my late teens to try to forget but I’d always get straight back to being sensible and doing the right thing the next day. I don’t know how.
I met my partner fairly young and we’ve built a really stable and happy life that is the opposite to what I was brought up in. We have a really healthy relationship and our kids, adult and teen, are so lovely. Level headed, sensible and just really decent young people.
Sometimes I think how the fuck did I get so lucky after such a horrible start in life. I did have a bit of a mental health ‘crisis’ about 5 ish years into our relationship, I think I’d spent so long ‘building’ and feeling scared of being like my parents that when I finally came up for air, it was overwhelming and it took me a while to think that, yes, I can have this good life. Lots of medication, therapy and hours and hours of talking with my very lovely partner later and I think at 40 odd I’ve dealt with it as much as I can. There will alway be that self doubt that they planted in my head.
I still think that it could have all been so different like it is for others who are let down so badly by their parents. I could have continued the cycle, chose a bad partner and parented badly just because I didn’t know better. Weirdly, it’s my parents bad parenting and abuse that’s made me be a good parent and be happy and successful.
I can absolutely understand that others haven’t been as fortunate. I feel very strongly about how shit parents can be,and yet still not have authorities intervene. There were warnings in my families case. Like the police called to our house for disturbances, me being very, very anxious, things that had slipped out to teachers and relatives. But nothing is done. And then so many of these kids grow up having not seen healthy relationships, boundaries etc and not having the tools to make good decisions.
Im waffling now, not sure this even makes sense. I want every child to be loved and secure because it’s the best way that ensuring adults make good choices and when they do, everyone benefits.