All of the will be massively outing but here's goes.
"there's something wrong with her, she's a fucking R*RD" screamed by my step mum to my dad about me. He didn't correct her.
"when are you going to grow some fucking tits?" said by an uncle whilst i was sat at the table doing homework aged 14/15. I was a late bloomer and still have very little up top. I was bullied relentlessly about it at school too so having it implied to me in my own home that I was somehow 'failing' for just not having big boobs yet was just horrible, and made me feel utterly ashamed that my body was 'wrong'.
"Look what you've done to your mum you little bastard" said by DH to our unborn baby about my stretch marks. I have this on video because we were filming the baby moving.
"Oh poor you" said by student midwife about my stretch marks. My resulting shame and disgust about my stretch marks has ruined my life in many ways.
"Mums getting her floppies out" said to our newborn baby by DH as I was getting ready to breastfeed. He has a thing for perky barely there tits. Tanner stage 4 I'd say. I felt like I was disgusting, disfigured, disappointing and ugly. I still do most of the time.
"You look like a fucking clown" said by DH first time I wore make up again after having DD1
"I'm only married" overheard it said by DH when the girl he was trying to chat up at a party was rebuffing his drunk advances. He thought I was in another room settling the three month old baby.
"no you don't, don't be ridiculous" step mum when I disclosed I had PND.
"no you don't. You just need to go out for a walk more" MIL when i disclosed I had PND. I had very bad depression at the time and was slipping into unhealthy behaviours to self medicate. I felt I had to hide it even more after that. That everyone thought I was just a silly girl who wasn't trying hard enough.
"well you have eaten a lot of cakes and crisps recently" DH in response to me asking if I should exercise more to tone up, I was a very bony size 6 and secretly battling disordered eating. I was looking for reassurance so I could try and stop the madness I was in. I'd convinced myself if only I was as thin enough my stretchmarks and small 'floppy' tits would matter less. With my clothes on at least, I'd look more like the type of porn body shapes I'd found him binging.
"don't be RIDICULOUS" said by aunt about me going to uni after having children young and deciding I wanted a vocational career requiring a uni course (spoiler, I went and qualified and got my dream job, but I always felt like people were waiting for me to fail because I had no right to be there and it was ridiculous I should try).
"she faked it for attention" my family members to other wider family members on hearing some months later after the event, that I'd been hospital due to a very serious almost successful attempt to end my own life and had had to be readmitted again as still mentally very unwell. I honestly had given up hope when it happened and was in the darkest place I have ever experienced. It hurts that instead of concern and care, yet again I got a good ol' shaming/blaming from the people who I desperately wish could love me.
As you can imagine, pretty sure I now have some kind of body dysmorphia. I've spent my entire adult life on and off deciding if to have surgery to cut the parts of my body off I think are 'ugly'. I went for a breast surgery consult but they insisted it was best to make them bigger and I just wanted them to make them smaller and firmer, like my 17 year old A cup pre baby teenaged boobs, so I never had them done in the end. I'm also worried I'd be perpetuating my trauma into my daughters. If they knew I'd surgically adapted my body for the male gaze because becoming a mother had 'ruined' it for men, how would that affect their own body acceptance and self worth? I still suffer from disordered eating and addictive behaviours as a way to try and self soothe.
I have imposter syndrome, feel self indulgent and ridiculous if I try and achieve anything, when I do well at anything I have always waited for someone to tell me actually, its a error, I'm completely shit.
I'm often scared to tell anyone how I really feel mentally and when I do tell anyone, I feel ashamed because they probably don't believe me and think I'm being 'ridiculous' and/or am attention seeking. I am having therapy but even there I minimise a lot in case she's internally eyerollling at me and how pathetic I am or worse..... she sees and believes me and how dark things are getting again, and I end up back in a hospital with my family all slagging me off for it. I can't handle more shaming.