I’m having a bit of a rocky night and just feel utterly miserable.
my childhood was split between 2 homes (divided family).
one side was utterly horrendous. There’s so much shit I just thought was normal but with hindsight of course it’s bloody not. Living in a flat where there was so much litter and rubbish and animal waste that you couldn’t see the floor in parts. never having my own bedroom and sleeping in the living room or the hall. Violent partners. Constant parties and alcohol, I was even left alone in houses with strange men I didn’t know (nothing ever happened but I was still terrified) if I ever said I was scared or spoke up or cried I would get shouted at and told to stop being a fucking c* and that they wished they could get rid of me. Awful things like being sexualised far too young- comments about the underwear I was wearing (I was under 10), laughing at me for going through puberty and getting pubic hair, finding used sex toys about the house when I was around 7 and it was all a big funny joke so I had to do some funny pose with it whilst they all laughed about how stupid i was meanwhile I had no idea what I was holding.
I was never sexually abused but i was generally sexualised as part of a big funny joke about how funny it apparently all was. Eg, how funny it was when they would talk about oral sex infront of me and then 6 year old me would say ‘what’s a x/y/z’. Obviously it’s not funny at all but they thought it was. when I became old enough to understand it all I felt so disgusting, even now I hate my body and get undressed in the dark. I can’t go for a smear test and I feel like my body is disgusting
as a result I developed some bad habits when I was removed from this and lived with the other side of my family, who were the opposite of this and were really good and normal. Things like being scared to be alone and even waiting outside the toilet because I was scared to be left in the living room myself, being incredibly anxious, biting my nails, being scared of staying in my room overnight myself and scared of the dark. I was never bad just very anxious.
the ‘good’ half of my family clearly wanted to pretend everything was fine- they had a very picture perfect family and couldn’t have any sort of blemishes to that. They also thought it would be best for me to just move on and forget and never talk about it again. So I was basically told never to talk about the bad side, that I needed to grow up and stop being a baby (things like being scared of being alone or scared of the dark) and if I ever tried to talk about it I was told stop being dramatic, other children have awful parents and you don’t, you don’t know how lucky you are etc. they were a good family but very much ‘pretend everything will be ok and then it will be ok’ but they totally ignored and dismissed what I was going through. In fairness they didn’t know the full extent of how bad it was, but they knew it was bad. I was told to stop biting my nails because I looked disgusting and I would never get a job with such awful nails. But biting my nails was the only outlet I had. Eventually I just gave up and stopped even trying to talk to anyone and I learned it was better to keep it inside.
But as I’ve got older and become an adult I feel so angry and let down. Nobody had my back. Even the good side of my family told me to stop going on about what was happening because they couldn’t spoil their perfect family image. They have apologised and said they didn’t realise how bad things were but that they were always there for me but they weren’t. On top of that, the bad side of my family completely denys everything. I’m a lot of things but I am NOT a liar. I even have proof (diary entry’s from the time etc) but I know I am telling the truth. But when I explained to them that I was upset with them because of my childhood they tried to get in my head and called me mentally unstable and said I needed to be sectioned for making things up. But I’m not. I’m telling the truth. Needless to say I have no contact with the bad side of my family anymore
i just feel so angry that as a child nobody had my back and that even now nobody truly does. I know I’m telling the truth and I’m not misremembering things but then it starts to get into your head, am I being dramatic? Am I making all this up? Even though I know I’m not
applgoies, I know this is so long winded but I just wondered if anyone had any advice, or if anyone had experienced similar. Why the fuck did nobody have my back x