I have NC, I normally comment, this is the first time I've ever started a topic.
I was an unwanted baby, I was treated as a nuisance when I was a child until I left home at 16. I was palmed off to a few family members most of the time but not because they wanted me, it was definitely an inconvenience. Mostly I remember just missing my bedroom at "home" and wanting to be there. We lived in a very middle class area and my parents/family were well known. I went to an independent school and my grandmother was very involved at the school. My parents and grandmother spent a lot of time telling people how spoilt I was. I wasn't. Behind closed doors I was a nuisance, unwanted, useless, rotten....
When I was 16 I didn't know what I wanted to do at University, I wasn't passionate about anything, or really very good at anything (only got a handful of shit GCSE's to my name!). I wanted to drop out of sixth form to work more hours at the job I did at weekends (I'd checked with the boss, she said she could give me 3 days a week as well as my weekends) to think for a bit. My parents said no. I was struggling with A Levels so quit. They told me that I needed to go down to the council offices and get a flat as the door would be locked from now on and I couldn't return. My Saturday and Sunday job paid £3.50 an hour and I had to buy quite a lot out of that as well as paying them rent, so presenting to the council as homeless was the only thing I could do really as I had no money. I went into supported housing where I had a keyworker.
That was it really, end of relationship with them and my family. I have a Brother and Sister but we don't talk as we were always pitted against each other as rivals growing up. They were awful to them too, but instead of us bonding over it we seemed to resent each other.
I got a job and went into private rented, then bought a house, met my husband and had a child. Things are good now but no matter how much I try I still can't seem to get over the fact I was unwanted and treated as such. I've tried Samaritans, I've tried numerous counsellors and counselling types (CBT etc...). I once wrote 3 pages pf A4 and handed it to my Dr, she read the first paragraph and said "you need antidepressants". I've been on Citalopram for years. People have told me that I need to keep trying with different counsellors but it takes a lot each time to rehash it all and pour my heart out for nothing to change, I've sort of given up with counselling really. Read numerous books that haven't really helped.
What happened, happened and I don't think any amount of talking or reading books is going to change that. I normally cope ok but since Friday I've been feeling awful about it, keep bursting into tears. I even looked my parents up on facebook and found them and just sat there crying looking at their profile pictures, pathetic. They seem to have a nice life though.
It's definitely affected my self esteem, I sometimes wonder why the hell my husband is with me, sometimes think I don't deserve my beautiful little girl. It's always there in the back of my mind and I wish it wasn't.
I feel like I have a lot to be thankful for and shouldn't whinge but I just want a Mummy sometimes and I don't have one.
Is there anything else I can do to try and get over/deal with this or is this it until I die? Has anyone here recovered from something like this? How?!
Thanks if you read and if you can offer any help.