Recently I feel like I can't stop thinking of my childhood. I thought I had pushed it all into a box and moved on but obviously not. The thing is the more I think about it the more I think maybe it wasn't so bad? Maybe I'm just looking for someone to blame for feeling fucked up now?
From pretty much as far back as I remember my mother didn't ever speak to me. This sounds weird but she would never chat to me, never engage with me, she fed me, clothed me but never actually really spoke to me above dinners ready or time for bed or whatever. I can remember being about 6 and my brother was misbehaving in some small way and my mother said if you don't stop I'll stop talking to you like I did your sister. I remember feeling like I had been slapped, it was the first time I thought shit this is my fault? I'm awful, that's why she treats me differently. That was the start of me being afraid of her, I was afraid to be around her in case I said the wrong thing or did the wrong. I just remember a sad childhood of feeling like I was awful. I feel like it's just a collection of small things though, like she would sign my birthdays 'from Mary' but my siblings would be 'love from Mum' for instance.
I used to watch my mother reading goodnight stories to my little sister and wish that I was good enough that she'd want to read with me. I'd watch the easy relationship she had with my siblings and feel like I didn't belong because I was bad. As a teen I spent as little time as possible at home, then moved out at 17 for good.
As an adult I see her a few times a year, I always feel sick before I do, I only make small talk and am very guarded, would never talk about anything that matters or anything remotely personal because I don't know I think I'm afraid? I don't have a close relationship with my siblings again because I'm so guarded, I can't let any walls down. I keep most people at arms length.
I have no self esteem and deep down I think I'm pretty awful. I don't feel like I deserve anything nice or good. There is this voice that won't go away that says you are so awful even your mother couldn't love you. It's sounds so pathetic and I'd never say it out loud in real life, I'm so ashamed that she couldn't love. But then I think was it actually that bad? She never hit me, she was never particularly mean to me, she just kind of acted like I wasn't there? Am I just really needy?
I'm sorry this is so long and i know it sounds whiny, it's just running around and around my head tonight and I needed to get it out.