Whenever I have questioned my parents treatment of me I have been told I was an awful child, a difficult child, terrible to try and bring up, a little Nazi, constantly seeking attention unlike my sibling, never happy. I am also told I had everything and my parents did everything they could.
The picture in my mind is very different and has only occurred to me over the last year or so (im 30s now).
In the interests of being objective and giving a proper account, I want to say what I remember about my own behaviour as well as that of my parents. I remember having everything I wanted and needed but feeling masses of insecurity and feelings of not being good enough, ever. I remember being dragged by my hair by my dad (or sometimes both parents) to be taken to bed when I refused to go to sleep. I remember screaming my head off for hours each night, crying for my mum and feeling waves of anxiety at the same time. I remember doing this until about 9 years old. The overwhelming memory I have is that I felt my mum would disappear when I wasn’t ready for her to. For instance she would, every night, disappear to watch a particular soap reagardlss of whether I was ready for her to leave me bedroom. My dad would call her down and tell her to leave me alone now (I would have been crying for an hour or so already by the point so it must have been awful for my parents). It was that feeling of having a time limit on the conversation or the goodnight that filled me with insecurity. I’m not sure why. It was the case in any situation, i could never talk to my parents and have their full attention without them either doing something else at the same time or them about to leave, about to make a phone call, about to go to bed, about to watch a tv programme.
Mid teens I had an eating disorder and was mocked by both parents about how disgusting I looked and how much I was attention seeking. I needed help and I resent them for not getting it for me (they could have afforded it instantly had they taken it seriously). I know such things are not easy to deal with and they perhaps didn’t have the skills needed to help me, but still I feel anger at them about this.
As an adult, I have been in situations particularly at university when I needed my mum. I would call her in tears about a boy or something else and she would literally cut me dead mid chat if her tv show was starting. I dated a man who cheated on me (he was nice enough aside from that) and when I ended it my mum would regularly ask me why it was I thought I was too good for him. I never really thought that or said it but she somehow assumed I did. The final straw for me was this summer when I was at my absolute lowest after some pretty bad abuse from a man I had been dating and my mum told me he wasn’t so bad and that I wasn’t perfect either and maybe he just lost his temper. During this conversation where I sat in tears saying I wished I was dead, she was scrolling through a website looking for some wallpaper (it almost sounds funny typing that but that broke me in a way I can’t describe). I felt embarrassed to have shared my feelings and completely and utterly alone. I still can’t believe she did that.
All my life I feel I have been made out to be this difficult, unusual person, yet my friends do not see me like this. If I confronted my parents on it now, they’d say how much they love me (they’ve always said this) and that they think I am a wonderful person and any man would be lucky to have me etc etc. Yet still, now and then they will drop in the difficult child comments. They’re older now and I don’t want upset between us, but I do struggle sometimes to accept the past and how they made me see myself and how much I have had to work to free myself from that. I’m not sure I even am fully free of it.
Sorry this is a long post! I’m not sure what I am asking really. Am I being unfair on them? Was my childhood normal? Am I the problem? Right now I am a normal healthy weight, have a decent job, own home, I try to be a good friend and sister/daughter. Behind this success I am damaged though. My mind is all jumbled.