I am now in my thirties and have had therapy for the last couple of years. I’ve started to open up about my childhood but can’t help thinking it’s all a bit of an excuse? ‘Oh my childhood was terrible so this is why I’m like this’ etc… seems a bit easy?
However, I know I am a troubled person. I am emotionally quite unstable, I read into things, rarely relax, have had multiple awful relationships where I’ve basically done anything for men who have treated me like shit. I think I’ve only really managed to have what looks like a ‘normal’ life as I have a good job and income and that can hide a multitude of personal issues. I wonder if I am the problem? My therapist says not, but of course she would, surely.
I was often compared to my sister growing up. My mum would say why couldn’t I be more like Sophie from school or more like my sibling etc. One day I remember there was a row in the car on the way home from a holiday with the four us in the car. No idea what it was about, I was maximum 14 years old, likely much younger. I remember my dad saying he was going to smack me when we got in and when we arrived I ran to my room and tried to put the chest of drawers in front of the door. Later on both him and my mum crashed into my room and fully trashed it. Everything was smashed and broken, glass and ceramics on the floor, bedding everywhere etc. I think my mum cleared it up the next day. I can’t remember. This was a one off, the house was ALWAYS immaculate and tidy and clean so I have no idea why they did this as my mum truly hated any mess so I can’t imagine she enjoyed it either.
Other times I remember being told I was like a devil. I remember being talked about with wider family members and overhearing things about how difficult I was etc.
Sometimes if I didn’t go to bed I would be dragged physically upstairs and my mum would watch. I think this may have been common at that time (80s/90s).
My parents left me alone in the house for 3 trips with my sibling (I was invited but it was for her sports matches - she was nearly playing professionally). I was probably old enough to be home alone as I was 14/15 but I remember once it went on for nearly two weeks. When they got back I had been revising in the dining room and my mum went mad that I may have damaged the table with a drink on it and all the folders. Since this happened I have been told I refused to go and was invited so it was up to me that I didn’t go. The reason I didn’t want to go was that one time I did go, I was left to either wander a town alone for five days at a time, or sit at watch my sister in numerous training days and matches. I was then told I was jealous.
I feel so torn up because my parents really wanted a perfect family life. I know they wanted me to be happy. I had everything material that I needed as well as lots of opportunity. I remember randomly saying I wanted to play piano and they arranged classes immediately and bought me a piano. My room was always clean and warm and nice. We had proper dinners and were taken on holidays to see things. They really wanted us to learn and experience things. I just struggle so much with the other stuff.
I find it hard to be around them now without thinking about it all. I have had moments of calling them out on things and they do say things like they are sorry they got things wrong but that I need to let it go now. Even today they have similar traits and I never, ever feel emotionally safe around them. I guess I’m sad really that it’s like that as I really do believe they want the best as a family. I worry I will treat my son the same way and not realise. Perhaps I am too sensitive to these things. I know far worse happens to kids.