I am 50 and for as long as I can remember I have suffered from anxiety, panic, ocd behaviours and poor mental health in general. There are mental health issues on my mum’s side of the family so my problems are probably a combination of genetics and learnt behaviour.
When I look back I do feel I had a good childhood but it was blighted with my many anxieties and sadly those issues have been a major factor in my adult life too, I have struggled with many things and during my adult life I have tried to seek help on my limited funds but am actually worse now than I have ever been.
But (and I do hate myself for feeling this), deep down I feel a great amount of resentment towards my parents for not helping me when I was younger. I appreciate it was the 70’s/80’s and most adults weren’t seeking counselling for their own issues let alone for their children but I really struggled with so much and was basically the butt of most jokes in our family as a result of my,molten, weird behaviours.
I developed issues with food around the age of 7 which I still suffer from (diagnosed with ARFID), I was so hyper that I was prescribed Phenergan for sleep, I had many ocd’s including obsessions over dirt and contamination, getting lost when out and about, my younger sister going missing and issues over fear of bleeding to death if I accidentally cut my wrist (my dad was a bit of a joker so his idea of ‘fun’ regarding this was to grab my wrist and pretend to saw at it with the blunt end of a bread knife, he would do this as I walked passed him in the kitchen and I can still remember it clearly to this day).
They would also (mum, dad and sister) pretend to all leave the house without me (I’d be in my bedroom and they’d shout ‘bye’ and slam the front door shut) and when I came running down the hallway in blind panic there they would be by the door laughing at the ‘fun’ of it. I mean wtaf was that all about?
I know you’d look and be thinking to yourself how on earth could she say she had a happy childhood but I feel I did but since having my own dc (and I am far from a perfect parent), I look back at my younger years and can’t help but think why would they do those things and why did they not get help for me?
My own ds had an awful 5 years of extreme anxiety and school refusal. The first thing I did was to get him help, some counselling and now he is a much happier and contented 18 year old. I hope that early intervention will help his future mental health and whilst I am on this planet, if my dc ever need me to help them with their mental (or physical) health I will be there but I feel such sadness that my parents couldn’t do that for me. Dad tells me that Impander too much to my dc (like his was the fucking parent of the century). Yet when my own dsis (who is 2 years younger) had her own issues with school refusal she got to see a child psychologist (Albeit via the school but we were all involved with that) but then again my parents have always done more for my sister than me (and that’s a whole other thread!)
I have always maintained a close relationship with my parents and feel they are good people, especially my mum, she was kind and a good mum but they are now over 80 and mum has dementia, dad relies on me ALOT and I see them most days.
But I can not drop this inner anger and frustration that dad now calls upon me to help all the time yet still never acknowledges my mental health issues (and now physical health issues) and maybe, I wouldn’t be struggling as I am today had I been given the opportunity for help when younger. I have tried talking to my dad about this and I just get replies on the lines of ‘Pffff, you’ve always been like this, that’s just you, you’ve always been highly strung and you just need to calm down, nothing wrong with you!’ - I can not fully articulate how fucking incensed that makes me.
I think that part of the reason I am in a particularly bad place with my mental health atm is because my dad relies heavily on me and my sister these days because of mum’s dementia. As all the above proves, he is not a natural carer. Nurturing and empathy doesn’t come natural to him.
As I say, I see them most days but feel quite a deep resentment because I am helping them now but where was my help when I was struggling as a little lost and frightened girl? Scared of these overwhelming thoughts and feelings which no one explained to me, no one sat me down and helped me work through these intrusive thoughts?
No amount of counselling has helped me overcome this inner burning anger and pity for my younger self.
How do I let this drop?