Warning in advance: this is probably going to be pretty long!
I’m 30 years old and for as long as I can remember, I’ve had a very turbulent family life. As a child my mum was very emotionally distant, she was always wonderful in terms of activities – crafts etc, but I don’t once remember her hugging me or telling me she loved me. She was a school governor, always came on school trips and stuff and was/is a brilliant member of the community and objectively I know she cares but she never tells or shows me. My dad was horrible and uninterested, and I didn’t see him after quite a young age.
My step dad came into my life when I was still quite small, I idolised him at first, and my parents went on to have my brother who has ASD. I was very badly bullied throughout school (I passed exams, crime of the century, and was always a bit odd..!) but things really came to a head when I was 15. The bullying was unbearable, looking back now I wonder if I have ASD traits too, but my step dad couldn’t cope with my behaviour (I was hurting and scared) and so my mum agreed to throw me out. I sofa surfed around family for a while and then ended up in a hostel surrounded by people take drugs but I still ploughed on, got my GCSES, A-Levels, and eventually met my (now ex, but still friends!) husband and completed my degree. I’ve held down my current, good, job for years and am only leaving because I’ve landed my dream job in the mental health sector.
It would be too identifying to add more details, but loads of things have been thrown at me family wise since then, and to keep the peace I just keep my head down, but to be honest I think I’ve had enough. I am in the process of being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, for which I am seeking treatment. I have suffered with my mental health for as long as I can remember, and have been labelled as all sorts from family, but finally I know what I’m working with and can therefore help myself (slowly but surely!) I’m attending courses (I got my new job as one of the facilitators at one of the courses told me I would be good at it!) and I have a boyfriend who I cannot believe is with me – he treats me amazingly, we are very very happy together. But for some reason I just CANNOT forgive and forget, I just feel SO bitter that I have this terrible, hell on earth illness that means a constant battle in my brain every single second of every single day and one of the main reasons is that the person who was meant to protect me and love me most in the world failed to do that, and yet has since given, given, given to my siblings whilst I am so independent it’s sometimes painful – I REFUSE to ask my parents for any sort of help
I’m not sure what I’m posting here for really, other than my head is so confused, I'm trying to make sense of things for my recovery, and I’ve been a lurker for such a long time and seen so much good advice on these boards. Am I a terrible person for being low contact? I see other members of my family regularly and those relationships are good. I’m popular at work and I have lots of friends, so I don’t THINK I’m an objectively terrible person, although I definitely do have doormat tendencies.
What would you do next in my situation? Is it ok to still be mad and get so upset 15 years on?
Thanks