Apologies for ‘drama-ing’ here, but literally nowhere else to try and resolve myself.
Today's been a complete write off with probable ongoing consequences.
I bribed Ds and we put an ‘all hands to the pump’ shout out to any available family. Big, big mistake. Ex came to help Ds. I was touched. I've looked after his and some of his family’s needs, for two decades because they were my Dc’s loved ones no matter what had happened. He and Ds have ASD. Him deeply, and the slightest perceived criticism can’t be tolerated and is never forgotten, but context is.
Surrounded by aunt’s issues, it turned out to be me who having tried to just accept all sorts of criticisms and judgements that was stopping work starting, just couldn’t take being criticized for finally properly developing a MH condition in response to a huge series of truly awful things he did.
I'm not blaming him, I’m saying you don’t get to tell me I’m a dysfunctional failure who deserves to feel bad about what I became, when you and your actions, is what created the biggest part of the enormous void I’ve been trying to fill ever since.
All the background of what I grew up in, and repeated losses and deaths isn’t what tipped me into my excessive gathering and hoarding, though it did create a perfect seeding ground, and something else could have been the final straw. But it wasn’t.
He quietly did some dreadful and heart-breaking things quite a few times, that challenged my stability, but I loved him deeply, and there was no malice, just a deep self-centeredness from an otherwise good and decent person, apparently confused about how he was getting things wrong, and wanted to change it. He supported me through external trials, and sadness's, and we got ever closer and happier.
The hoarding started over a decade later, He unexpectedly did something so apparently out of character, that no one could accept it, or what was happening, and for 18 months I lived in fear for him, D's was bewildered, and almost every part of my world collapsed. With hindsight it was something awful that happened to me and one of my DD's combined with his ASD interpretation that shattered his world and resurfaced later.
I’ve been trying to put the pieces back together for all (separately) ever since.
Six years later before ASD diagnoses arrived, and some understanding of things.
The surviving bits of my stupid heart are broken all over again, and part of it’s from seeing a man I don’t want to love, but have never stopped loving, deeply wounded by the truths he's chosen to forget, and so deserved to hear, piled back at his door. Especially his utter failure to ever take responsibility for his shortcomings while ensuring everyone else knows his judgement on theirs. It's too much.
I didn’t do it in front of Ds, but he’s got the gist of what happened, and while deeply loving him too, is ecstatic, which isn’t comfortable and bothers me...
So today, I've successfully decluttered a large amount of tissues! Perhaps I've de cluttered one of the elephants in the room, more likely the civility that lots was sacrificed for so Ds and Dad could rebuild relationships. That's solid at least.
Tonight, I may declutter some alcohol, because the stupid tears keep returning. Tomorrow I'll start over and remember here requesting help is rarely without cost.