I’m in my late 40s and have started to think more about my relationship with my parents now and when I was a child.
Nothing awful in my background, loving family, lots of love, enough material things and generally good memories.
But. When I was young, primary school age, I remember going through a phase where I would try and hurt myself. I remember taking a maths compass and using it on the harder skin on soles of my feet to tear the skin. Sometimes it would bleed. I definitely didn’t want it to bleed, and when it did, I’d try and hide it. Except that sometimes the blood would go through my socks and my mum would go nuts, shouting asking me what had happened. I’d fib, saying I’d accidentally walked on something, she’d tell me off for lying, and that was it. Conversation over. I now wonder what was that all about - was I trying to self harm? I have no idea. But neither of my parents seemed to recognise it as that, and didn’t delve into it at all, so maybe it wasn’t.
I used to bite down the skin around my fingernails, they were always bleeding and sore. It was compulsive. I’ve stopped now, but it’s been a struggle. And I wonder what that was about too - was it anxiety? Self harm? Some kind of OCD? Again, it never seemed to be anything my parents paid much attention to, it was something they just saw and accepted that I did.
I’m struggling to think that I’d do similar if I realised that my DC were doing the same thing. But maybe this was an accepted way of parenting in the 1980s? When everyone knew less and didn’t question as much. My parents weren’t bad parents at all, they really tried, but I can’t get my head around it.