with my past.
Name changed, because this is v personal and something I don't really talk about.
I had a very difficult upbringing. A lot of people do, so this isn't 'woe is me', but the fact is I'm still not at peace with it, despite time, and CBT.
When I was still in the older side of single figures in age (if that makes sense), one of my parents had a horrendous and very serious, breakdown. Think delusions, paranoia, a sense of everyone including their own young children 'plotting against them', including plots to kill them. If we were playing, we would be accused by this parent of laughing at them, or mimicking them. Running home to show my parent a picture I had painted of a monster at school, I remember clear as day looking up at my ill parent, and the piercing, upset & disgusted look I received back as they held the picture and sarcastically asked if this picture I'd painted was supposed to be of them. As a teenager, if I tried to talk to friends on the phone I'd be accused of talking about them, or plotting against them. I couldn't even have a phone call ffs. I was frequently woken up by the parent at 2am (as it was just us two, no one else), crying and needing to talk about all their fears, delusions etc. This would last an hour or so before I could return back to bed and try to somehow get up for school in the morning. I was always scared to walk into the room, because from hour to hour it could change to what I would find. Crying, anger, or accusations I'd done something to plot against them. I could re-count pages of such memories. I was so very sad because it was impossible to be happy watching a parent going through this. Before this, I had a very happy childhood, so this sudden change brought my world tumbling down.
At this time, my parents also split, with the other moving straight in with the person they'd been having an affair with, and their children. This followed time away the affair parent took over holidays, leaving us with 0 money for the ill parent to even get anything for us. I witnessed the arguments, shouting, roaring and crying.
One of my siblings moved in with the other parent at this time, another ended up in prison as they acted out, unable to cope themselves (they are a lovely person and have not re-offended). This left me COMPLETELY on my own with ill parent. In my teen years, I witnessed several suicide attempts, including having to call the ambulance. I was scared to go to college, for fear of what I'd find when I got home - this feeling had been happening since school. One of the suicide attempts happened whilst I was at work, so I had to rush home as I picked up something wasn't right. The other parent emigrated whilst I was young teenager, with the family they'd moved in with.
After the last suicide attempt of the parent (who I was now and had been caring for, for some time), I had a total breakdown myself. Not delusions etc. But just totally shut down, panic attacks, staring at walls for hours, bad thoughts. I was very unwell with constant panic attacks and trying to keep my life together. No one seemed to notice - the focus was always on the ill parent. So I had to get on with it alone.
I was referred for CBT, which I did for 5 months. It helped with some of my anxiety and breaking thought patterns, but dealt with little else. The therapist was lovely, but clearly following a script. I was told at one point to write a letter 'forgiving myself' due to my feelings around the parents suicide attempts. My response was that I had nothing to forgive myself for. I was angry and hated the parent for what they'd put me through, intentional or not. They just repeated the same thing, and when I too repeated that I had nothing to forgive myself for, just looked at me with a blank expression, unsure what to say.
I also tried counselling, but knocked that in the end after one session where the therapist sided with the parent who left to be with another family. I was angry at their behaviour too.
I'm not sure what I'm asking for really. I am functional, have a long term relationship (although do have some unhealthy learnt behaviours, some of which I've corrected, others I'm still working on), working, etc etc. I don't dwell on my past on a frequent basis, but it's there. Quietly eating away at me. I have never found peace. You can imagine I had cut off the affair parent a long time ago, and have in the past year or so had contact again. It's OK - but I had to accept in the process our relationship was irreversibly damaged and will never be the same again. Talking to them about it is very difficult - trust me, I tried as a youngster, and several times since (which would usually cause no-contact on my part). It's not a helpful avenue really.
I am on good terms with the ill parent. I love them, and realise they did their best whilst so poorly. But I'm ashamed to admit as much as I love them, I still have anger & animosity deep down, though I try my best not to show it.
I know I should have moved on by now, so why haven't I?? This started twenty years ago, it went on for approx 14 years before I fully distanced myself. I fully understand more than most this parent could not help the way they were behaving (they were medicated, although at times it was a challenge to have to convince them to take the meds). Mental illness isn't something you choose. I used to feel sadness and sympathy, but it just transformed into anger. Even more anger for the other parent who just took off too, whom had always been a great parent until then.
I did go off the rails, drugs, drink, angry lashing out, uncontrollable through my young-mid teens, before I settled down and stopped all of that.
I am at more peace now than I was prior to distancing from them, but still not 'at peace'. Will I ever find it? Please be gentle X