I'm having a tough time at the moment. The last 12 months have been particularly hard for me.
I left an emotionally abusive husband and my world crumbled around me.
I now have no friends literally, no longer talk to my mother because of something she did in the aftermath of my separation and cannot talk to my siblings about it because one is under parental FOG and the other I haven't been close to in many years. We are trying to rebuild our relationship but it has been awkward and I feel I cannot be entirely open with this sibling even though I think they would understand better than the other. They both have their plates full anyway so don't have a lot of time for me anyway.
My father was a very difficult man, lots of shouting when I grew up. Often wished he would hit me rather than spend an hour or more shouting and going purple in the face if I stepped out of line. He used silent treatment and removal of affection as punishments also. He died over a decade ago and since then the family has pretty much fallen apart.
I was a nervous, quiet and compliant child/teenager, didn't get in trouble and followed the rules. I was naturally inclined to be that way but was always in fear of getting in trouble because of the reaction at home.
My parents were very strict, think being late home by 2mins would earn the shouting plus weeks of being grounded and having all privileges revoked.
It was a very "Dad's rules" household, my Mother would always deffer to him and threaten us with "when your father gets home". She spent a lot of time trying to make me "ladylike", would tell me I should dress nicely and wear makeup because basically men didn't like women who didn't wear makeup and never wore dresses and had opinions.
I was a tomboy growing up and the focus my mum put on how I looked and how she framed relationships (left me with the impression that I should be a housewife taking care of children and putting up with whatever my husband did/said because "that's just what men are like") made me rebel in so far as I could.
I would wear comfortable baggy clothes, rarely wore makeup, never wore dresses and skirts, hated pink because it was "girly" and I so wanted to not be a stepford wife. In my late teens I wore a lot of black but was never "goth", it was like I was afraid of colour!
I rejected femininity as much as I could. With hindsight I know that it wasn't because I didn't like pink/dresses etc I didn't like how they seemed enmeshed in the female role as dictated by our household.
Once I had my very long hair cut and Dad refused to talk to me for a fortnight.
I made one very big mistake as a teenager (drink involved - I had never drank before!) which ended in quite traumatic circumstances for me. My parents did not discuss anything about the incident other than for dad to berate me, then he stopped talking to me for months.
The incident was never mentioned again in his lifetime.
My mother brought it up last year because she said she felt they didn't handle it well, we discussed it for a few minutes and I tried to make her feel better about it... but the truth is I spent most of my time from 16-late 20's really struggling to come to terms with what had happened, how I was treated afterwards, my parents reactions, guilt, shame etc etc it really affected me badly and if I dwell on it now it still very much upsets me.
I was an academically good student at school and relatively well liked by teachers, an outsider to most of my peers I grew up with being called "weird" a lot. I was painfully shy, had an extremely small friendship group and struggled with social activities. I think maybe I may be autistic.
After leaving school I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, never attended college or uni because of this and have spent the time since in a string of minimum wage jobs which I have been pretty unhappy in. I am distinctly average, don't have any particular skills that I am really good at.
I have some hobbies that I kind of enjoy but they are nothing I could translate to a career. I find I pick them up when I feel like it, get bored quickly with them and forget about them for months and months. I don't think that I am good at anything particularly, ok but not good.
I often feel restless, like I want to do something in either my work life or hobby kind of thing but I'm damned if I know what! I don't want to be a carer/nurse or teacher which is what most people think I should do.
Now I am in my late 30's and with everything that has happened over the last while, feel completely at a loss, my head feels full of stuff I think I need to work through but I have no one to talk to, I cannot afford a counsellor and the 6 session CBT offered by my Dr has a massive waiting list which I'm on.
I feel like I have ground to a complete stop, still as lost as ever on which direction I should try to go and even more disillusioned about family/friends/partners. I don't feel I have ever been truly loved or made priority for anyone and honestly don't think I ever will be.
I look at my friendships and see that I was wanted for specific things, someone to be with if nothing better presented itself/someone who might sleep with them (for the men)/someone who would do stuff for them and not really wonder about not getting the same back or whatever.
Looking back I don't think I have had a friend who had my back, just people who wanted stuff from me. I feel like I can't make friends because I have no money to go out/join stuff, I have no "umpf" to propel me into doing things anyway right now and no one wants to make friends with the depressive who does nothing but exist- what have you been up to this week? Nothing really - ooh exciting!
Now I am struggling with depression and anxiety which I'm taking medication for, it takes the edge off a little but I am a very unhappy person now and I struggle with self care. I am a mess, my house is a tip and it's all overwhelming. I had tried to break it down into smaller bits but don't even feel up to them anymore.
I don't think the stately homes thread is the place for me because although my parents used questionable parenting techniques at times, I don't think they were abusive.
I think counselling would benefit me but what do you do when you can't afford it?
Sorry this turned out so long, I'm unsure of what is relevant and not.