Hello folks, I'm new on this thread and I need some help pls.
I was abused by my mum for about 12 years sexually, and 15 years in all. It has all left its mark. I've done years of self help and therapy and come a long long way.
But what I am now going through is - I have surrogate parents and they have been great, but I took a new man to meet them and they took the piss out of me to him, telling him stupid things I did when I was young and lodged with them. He doesn't think anything of it, thinks it was just them bonding, but I know them and I think it is deeper. The guy told about how I kept birds and had the window open and one of them eventually flew out of it - he tells that story over and over again and I believe it is to illustrate what a dummy I can sometimes be. She tells the story of how I didn't use to wash the grill pan up, I just used foil to cover it and that was it.
I just look back and remember I lost everything when I lived in their bedroom. I had just got into counselling and bringing it all up was horrendous. I hung out with shit people, had no decent boyfriend, didn't go out much and on and on. Life was just so painful.
Why do they have to make fun of how I was?
My new boyfriend thinks I am being over sensitive. I think he doesn't understand.
Also I used to hang out with people who were themselves also abused, I found we just got each other on a level that other people don't get. My mum used to hold my head under the bath water (cold water baths) and I struggled to get breath to breathe. This was very common. Also the sexual abuse, the last time it happened I just let her do it as I couldn't face her and my sister holding me down any more. That night I feel I was 'rubbed out', like my life just went away. I feel people don't understand things like this. But now I don't have any friends who do understand cos they were all too damaged to hold normal friendships and I have worked hard to get better. And all I have left is people who have never lived thro such things and just don't get it, are not as sensitive as I am to piss taking.
Sometimes I feel I would be better to just live alone for the rest of my life. I am torn between wanting to be healed and then having to grin and bear normal stuff like people taking the piss out of me when I fucked up at a very difficult time of life - or stay at this level where I don't bother getting that close to people.