I suffered physical and emotional abuse as a child - I had an eating disorder before 10 which was unrelated to wanting to be thin… my parents would yell at me to the point I would retch… then they would tell me they would make me eat my own vomit. I’d get hit with the belt and be threatened with the buckle end… that kind of thing. It was miserable. I’m sure others have been though worse but it was my particular kind of hell.
My father was a bastard to me in my late teens and effectively threw me out of the house after telling me if I ever went to a guys place and he raped me not to come crying to him as “women ask for it.” I hate him still and live in another country - unfortunately I have to see him whenever I FaceTime my mother, with whom I have a better relationship now. He lurks in the background and I cover his face with my thumb so as not to see him.
I’m a pretty strong independent person now… but when I find myself in a conflict situation now (if someone is unfairly having a go at me), I do feel a hint of the l bottomless pit panic and fear as I did as a child.
I’m realising now that I have to be my own rod of strength and that I cannot rely on anyone else to come to my defence or make me feel better, but I’m not very good at it.
Am I right in thinking these are old wounds - that I learned early on that I am vulnerable? I wish I could just be stronger. I’m going to try.