Hi, I’m a long time lurker on other boards but have never posted my own thread. I’ve been contemplating this one for a while.
I’ll start at the beginning: I suffered SA as a child, which I can’t go into whys and whatfors but it was never dealt with and all brushed under carpet, so I grew up thinking I’d made it up. No one apart from me, my mum and abuser knew and it was never mentioned again.
I saw my dad infrequently throughout my childhood and was adopted by my stepdad. I didn’t really understand this and didn’t want it to happen but went along with it and my mum says I wanted it to happen. I remember it as being quite distressing.
When I was quite young I was poorly in hospital and nearly died. Apparently my mum told my dad to get to hospital and he said he couldn’t make it so she threatened him that if he didn’t she’d never let him see me again (if I lived obviously). He did come but I don’t remember.
Apart from this, childhood was actually ok and I have lots of happy memories (bad mostly buried I guess). I did make a strong friendship in childhood, and I vividly remember that person asking me if anyone had ever touched me where they shouldn’t. This shook me (how did they know???) and of course I denied it.
Went to a good school and got good grades. Stepdad left when I was about 15 to start a new life with another woman. My dad splits with his third wife around this time and I start seeing a bit more of him, and he and my mum become good friends and remain so. Also during this time my abuser admits what they did and that they are so very sorry, it had happened to them yada yada...I find out that a few family members were aware of it in the early days and that because I still have a relationship of sorts with the person, they question if it really happened. To be honest, it’s all fragmented and I don’t know what did or didn’t happen.
Childhood friend then admits that they too were a victim of horrific SA (now I know why they asked me when we were younger
) and so starts their slippery slope into depression, drug abuse, promiscuity & unplanned pregnancies and has culminated in them being unable to work, and on a cocktail of meds that could actually cause serious harm if not taken correctly. I did tell them that it had happened to me and they said they knew (I guess they could spot the signs??)
This person can’t offer me much in terms of a two-way friendship, but I enjoy spending time with them nonetheless, because I feel comfortable around them, but I don’t feel I can call them up and offload because I don’t think they’re in a place where they can deal with that.
My partner knows bits but we don’t talk about it. They can’t get their head around it and I just can’t talk about it without shaking uncontrollably. It doesn’t affect our relationship.
One of my siblings has recently been diagnosed with a personality disorder and most of my family have struggled with depression or bad MH in some form.
A few years ago I was feeling overwhelmed and my GP put me on sertraline which for me, were amazing. I just didn’t think anymore! However they made me put on weight and my GP said eventually they would lose effectiveness and pushed for me to have councelling, but I declined as I had a brief period in my teens and it did nothing but uproot a load of stuff that I never actually plucked up the courage to admit to before they said “Right, that’s the sessions done, off you go.” I explained this to GP and he agreed that support in MH is shocking but that I need to get to them bottom of why I feel like this. I know why, but I can’t talk about it, so I weaned myself off ADs and have largely avoided GP.
It might me worth noting that as a teen and young adult I was always going to the doc because I thought I had a serious illness of some sort. I loved the idea of breaking a bone and laying about having people look after me! I’ve never broken anything!! I have had migraines since childhood and these have changed in severity throughout my adult life. I am thinking that some of how I feel is down to these as they currently present as severe tiredness, tearfulness and feeling like I want to cut everyone off and then on to the headache/numbness/nausea the next day. Once it goes the fog lifts a little, but the thoughts still creep in.
I’m worried that if I have counselling and tell someone that they’d want to take it further and drag up my past which means people finding out and people not believing me and I just can’t deal with that. I’m happy to talk about it to someone impartial if it helps me but I don’t want it to be discussed outside of those 4 walls.
Part of me feels I’ve buried this for so long I’ll just carry on, but this isn’t doing me any good. It’s seeping in to my work life and affecting my home life; not because I have flash backs or anything like that, but I’m walking around with this ‘woe is me attitude’ and I feel like I’m taken advantage of and used. For instance, on my dad’s side a child had similar illness that I’ve mentioned and all I hear is how poorly they were and how they’ve really had to struggle to get through uni and work and I find myself thinking: ‘What about me? Don’t I matter then?’
Me and my dad have been getting on great the last few years but just lately, his own ‘woe is me’ has really started to grate on me because I think ‘you don’t know the half of it’ but how could he? It’s not his fault what happened and I don’t want him to have that kind of guilt in his old age.
Now my sibling has a MH diagnosis and is getting therapy and I think: ‘Here I am, with nothing, just getting on with it.’ At work I just feel too dependable and unappreciated and I just want to signed off sick like everyone else seems to be.
I’ve never felt suicidal or anything like that, but I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of my life hiding from things that make me anxious or scared and just playing it safe because that’s within my control.
I don’t feel that I can talk to anyone that isn’t going to have had my problems but 10 times worse, or just will simply understand me.
I’ve made a GP appt for Thursday but I’m worried I’m just wasting his time, as if I don’t go and have counselling I’m not helping myself am I? I’m worried about how this kind of thing will affect my friendships and relationships, or any children I may have if it all comes out.
Sorry, tried to keep brief and to the point without being identifiable, but trying not to drip feed.