Reading this thread, and many others, I am realising the different forms abuse takes. And it is not till recently, having more time to think with pandemic, that I'm questioning my relationship with my parents.
I have always felt weird, and a bit guilty about the fact that I do not like spending time with my parents. I moved to this country when I was 21, and 36 now and in that time I only see them once a year when they visit. And in fact, haven't seen them in a few years now due to various travel plans not working out. But I talk to them every week on Skype, share everything about my life with them, but I do not like being with them.
I think it's because there was an element of emotional abuse - which really only ended a few years ago when I started standing my own ground. I was an only child, my parents were clearly not that happy with each other, so used me as a surrogate spouse for their emotional needs.
E.g. My mum used to travel for work, so I was expected to share a bed with my father till I was 15-16, when she was away. Nothing ever happened, but it made me feel weird then and I still feel very uncomfortable thinking about it. Not sure why. My mother was never nurturing and dumped all her worries and problems on me - treated me more as a friend, than a child. Every time I got into a relationship, she would get very jealous and not want to acknowledge my partner - she didn't like that she wasn't then the most important person in my life. I also now remember getting really horrible beatings for very innocuous things. It was a culture where spanking was the norm, but these were extremely violent thrashings. They left marks add bruises and I got ill from them sometimes. One occasion for such a thrashing was that I lent my textbook to a classmate for the day... At the time I thought it was normal - but it really wasn't was it. When I tried to bring it up with my parents later, they got very defensive and said I was exaggerating it, and my mum would cry and say nothing she ever did was right.
They were also very isolated (on purpose) from friends and family and so isolated me. I wasn't allowed to have friends, anytime I made some, they'd immediately bad mouth them and convince me these friends were betraying me.
There is probably more that happened, because I feel inside something did, but I can't remember everything. Just this feeling that I don't like being alone with them. It has impacted my life because I have no other family, so probably stay in bad relationships longer than I should, as I don't have anyone else to lean on. I also feel constant guilt that I am a bad daughter for not seeing them, or not wanting to have them live with me when older. I have money saved up which I will use to provide excellent care, but I can't bear the thought of being around them. It makes me feel ungrateful and like an arsehole, as nothing terrible like sexual abuse took place. And for all practical purposes they gave me a comfortable life, and taught me right from wrong.
So it's not on the same level as the stories here. But I feel a great loss at not having had the sort of bond others do with their families. Mostly I feel very alone, as I've never known what it's like to be nurtured or looked after. I have considered therapy but not even sure what to say or how to start, as it hasn't had any obvious impact on my life. But surely it can't be normal to feel about my parents like I do.