Reading with interest. So many similarities.
Totally unstable childhood, sexually abused by my mums bf at 3, blamed for everything throughout my life as attention seeking but that should really have been my mums middle names as well as 'I'm an alcoholic but no one admits I've got a problem'.
Teenage years even worse, no parenting, pregnant at 14, awful abusive boyfriends and friends, drugs, drinking, bullimia, also chasing attention (well not any going at home), terribly bad, risky and dangerous situations going into my twenties. No protection from anyone and major CPTSD which leaves you even more vulnerable. Had a major breakdown after getting spiked during a night out. God only knows what happened to me but I woke up in a house with 2 men. I guess I'll never know. My mum picked me up, brushed me off and told me I was the problem. I was literally hanging on for dear life at that point.
Married a guy that had some good points but was emotionally abusive, totally unaware of himself. Did not hear me, ever and blamed me for everything. A repeat of childhood in that sense. Drugged up to the eyeballs by some ridiculous nhs psychiatrist and awful care from my then GP who looked down his nose at me and could barely interact with me for his disgust (14 year old termination on my record).. I still have physical symptoms related to this and struggle with going to the doctors for anything.
My son was 2 or 3 years old and I decided I wasn't good enough for anyone or anything. I was a mess. I still have the suicide note but I couldn't do it to him. I must have still had a sliver of self esteem to think I would be better in his life than out of it. It was a pivotal point..and I chose then to go upwards.
I started exercising, stopped smoking then drinking. Very slowly weaned myself off the medication which was just masking the real problems. I had no help or support from anyone to do any of this, this was the 90's. No guidance from the internet! I was continuously being told how terrible I was by the people around me.
I slowly started working on myself via exercise, then yoga, then therapy, journalling. Initially I just followed my instincts as had no idea how to heal or even that I needed to. I just thought I was a very bad person for years. Most importantly eventually though I got rid of the people in my life who shouldn't be in it and later worked on strengthening my boundaries massively although its taken very a long time.
Its still hard, I'm still working on things. Always more to do. I hope I've got through the biggest hurdles but can get side whacked. I forget things sometimes but my life is so good and I am totally loving my fifties! Single and best fun decade of my life!. I have a really good relationship with my son. I know it wasn't perfect but a much better start than I had at least and more to the point I love him and care about him and vice versa...which is more than I had.
I have a great job where my experiences and insight help others. Its very fulfilling. I also went on to achieve quite alot in sport - got super fit after all that. Competitive sport helped give me my self esteem and I had some serious anger to channel so I got pretty good. Have slowed a bit now and currently finding my musical and creative side, something I had no idea I even had! Spirituality has also been pretty big in terms of recovery. As with pp being in nature alot too - a wonderful healing place. I feel incredibly lucky to still be not just alive but happy.
I would say wherever you are keep going. It's a journey and the slog is worth it even though it seems so incredibly hard at times. Think of it as two fingers (or one!) to the people who made you their scapegoat. Sometimes that and my son was my only motivation but it got me through to a much better place.
Also agree with the feeling slightly superior but also not..maybe it has something to do with the hypervigilance. I notice alot about people and remember certain things that they say and do forever whereas it might to them just be a casual comment. I am always observing and as other pps have done lots of masking which gives a weird feeling of disconnection.
More recently I have been working on showing my vulnerability to people that I trust. Interestingly some of them have been in a similar situation but again you would never know from the way they present themselves to the world. It feels good to carefully connect. Love and light.