This is tough for me to write. Firstly, because I feel thatI feel I can not fully articulate how I feel and also because it’s been festering away for decades and long winded.
I am almost 50 and have had some sort of mental health issue since I was a small child.
During adulthood, I have sort out many different types of therapy to try to help. Years of CBT, counselling and psychotherapy etc but I am still at a stalemate when it comes to feeling free of my thoughts/frustrations etc.
From as long as I can recall I have had major anxiety issues. As a small child I was a constant worrier, could never relax, always ‘fired up’, a day dreamer, could not concentrate on anything for long, fidgety etc. I had some awful OCD behaviours that included believing I was being poisoned which resulted in having issues with how/what I ate and even today, I have issues with food. I had and still have many fears of every day things. There were many issues.
My parents never sort help for me. In fact, my dad would think my behaviours were funny and would tease me and make fun of them. An example of this would be at around the age of 8 I truly believed if you slightly cut or nicked your wrist then you would bleed to death (it was a huge fear which would cause me endless panic). On the back of this and as a ‘joke’, my dad would grab me by the arm and pretend to cut my wrist with the blunt end of a knife, I still remember the horror of this yet he thought he was being hilarious. There are many other examples of this kind of ‘fun’ but too many to list.
Even now my dad will laugh and say I was always a weird child with weird thoughts etc and still am as an adult. Still no support offered.
I beleive I may have undiagnosed ADHD, I have explained this to him and although he doesn’t understand what ADHD really is (believes it’s some kind of ‘made up’ thing!), he says it does kind of make sense about my behaviour as a child.
I don’t blame them in many ways as it was the 70’s/80’s and very few people sort the help of mental health professionals back then especially children (although they did take my younger sister to see a child psychologist around the age of 13 when she had school refusal, but they’ve done far more for her than me and that’s another story!).
What gets to me now though (and messes with my head a little) is now, how heavily they rely on me.
Mum was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s 5 years ago and as with the disease is progressively getting worse. My mum was a good mum and did all she could to help my sister and I.
I do so much for them (for my mum because I love her). I am round theirs at least 4/5 times a week and help them out with as much as I can.
I still and have always suffered with my mental health which has been getting worse over the last few years. I now have awful anxiety, heightened symptoms of adhd (if that is what I actually suffer from?), depression. I have awful, daily digestive issues of which I have had endless tests but comes back as IBS. I feel poorly every day and really struggle.
My dad is fully aware of my struggles but still expects me to visit regularly. If I leave it a day or two I get phone calls and feel an immense sense of guilt that I haven’t ‘popped’ by (I literally live around the corner). He says he can not cope with mum alone (she is in the late early stages so God only knows what will happen as the disease progresses?).
What leaves an even bitter taste in my mouth is that my parents have hundreds of thousands of pounds in the bank (inheritance from my mums parents). Yet dad never spends a penny of it. He always ‘jokes’ that we are after his money even though I have never in my adult life asked for a penny from them and they rarely give it (I got a food processor for a wedding gift and will get £30 for birthdays and Christmas). That’s all fine as it’s their money but dad resents spending anything on mum to help her (even though, as I say, it’s mainly her inheritance money).
He begrudges the £22 per week he has to pay for the carer I organised for them. I asked her to come in for an hour a week firstly to take some pressure off me as I was at breaking point by then and also as a ‘foot in the door’ for when mum needs extra help. But dad doesn’t want to up her hours and moans constantly about the cost of it even though it should come out of mums Attendance allowance which is something else I organised for her but that money sits and grows in her bank!
I looks awful written down and looks as though I have nothing but resentment for them. I do love them dearly but the truth is that yes, in many ways I do have a big lump of resentment residing in me that they never helped me in my hour of need all those years ago and if they had maybe my life may have turned a different corner and for the better as I feel I have struggle all my life and now, in their hour of need they are relying on me to always help out.
It is draining me and consuming me tbh and I don’t know what to do about it.