I'm a regular, but NC-ed for this as I don't want to identify myself.
I'm going to try and make this concise, but I don't really know where to begin. My parents divorced when I was six and quickly remarried two abusive people. My step-father physically and verbally abused me (and my siblings, but me more than the others because I was defiant), throughout my childhood. My step-mother was more underhand, but alienated me and my DSis from our father for 20 years. We had to go there every other weekend as DC, but we barely saw him. My memories of our weekends there consist of sitting on the floor of our bedroom with my back against the radiator reading books for two days straight, feeling so unwanted that I only went downstairs for meals.
The atmosphere at home with my DM and step-father was toxic. He ruled the house with his iron rule. We were shouted at for any infringements, hit indiscriminately, sent up to our rooms for hours on end, once I was denied food and water for 48 hours because I dared to cross him and not apologise. My DM was totally cowed by him (still is), and didn't stand up for us at all. At 11 I willingly went to boarding school and never moved back home full-time after that. I spent as much time in the holidays at friends' houses as I could and left home the summer I was 18 immediately after leaving school. I went to a university 300 miles from home, worked every holidays, moved to London when I left, and spent much of the next 15 years working overseas.
I buried my hurt and anguish very deep. I was the life and soul of every party. I had lots of friends, some of whom I told about my background, but I didn't really go into details. I had a couple of long-term relationships and plenty of short-term ones in between. I was fun and friendly and never short of admirers. Mentally, I felt fine.
The main problem at that time was with work. I couldn't stick at anything and I couldn't cope (still can't), with anyone being my boss. If someone starts bossing me around I feel my hackles go up. I get angry easily, get an attitude, end up pissing my boss and other people off because I can't cope with authority figures. It became the pattern of my work life, but personally things were okay.
Since having DC though, the wheels have started to come off my personal life too. I adore my kids, would willingly die for them, but I feel absolutely stifled by motherhood at times (at other times its fine). I feel quite desperate at times though - like I want to run away from my life - tearful, depressed, terrified that I will repeat the abuse I suffered. I'm having issues with anger management too. I fly off the handle increasingly often with my DH and occasionally with my DC and when it happens it's like I'm leaving my body and watching with horror at what is happening. Afterwards, I feel wretched, shaky and tearful.
I'm also not the happy-go-lucky person I used to be in my 20s. I can be tactless and say things I don't mean, but I can't stop myself. I've alienated friends and am not popular with the other DMs at the school gate. I feel they're wary of me - and it makes me feel even more desperate and sad and I just don't know what to do. I feel like I need to do something, but what? How do I find someone who can help me? I don't want to just sit and talk to someone about all this stuff. I feel that won't help - it never has before. I wonder if I'm depressed, but then I don't exhibit classic symptoms of depression. I'm terrified that one day I'll push my DH away for good with my crazy behaviour.
If you've got this far, thank you, and if you have any advice for me, I'd love to hear it.