AN I can also totally relate, and I think you're right that it comes directly from the horribleness in childhood. Like you say, when you're a child and it just goes on and on and on, all you can do is wait for it one day to be over - and I think what happens when we're adults and in a place of greater safety is that all that trauma that we couldn't allow ourselves to feel at the time finally comes to the surface, and so the tiniest things can seem absolutely overwhelming and unbearable. Also that syndrome of everything going wrong as soon as you say things are working - I know that one so well. I think sometimes that it's because if we've been programmed to believe from an early age that we don't deserve to be happy, which is a normal result of being abused as a child, then the programme keeps on running in the unconscious and so when you challenge it by succeeding somehow, then the programme kicks in with one or several spanners in the works just to get things "back on track". It's like the hard drive on a computer, the way I see it. (Not that I know much about computers !) and part of my "job" as I see it is to re-programme my "hard drive" with healthy programmes that gradually enable me to actually be genuinely happy.
Funny that both you and Pinky use the word "drip" when so obviously neither one of you is, any more than anyone else on here is. We were hurt when we didn't have the power to stop that happening, and we were made to feel that we were being hurt because there was something lacking or bad or pathetic in us - but the opposite is true, the bad/lacking/pathetic stuff was all on the part of our abusers, whatever kind of abuse it was. I think AN you were taught as I was that vulnerability is wrong, and weak, and something to be ashamed of, something to be punished for; I know for years and years I used to compare myself with "hard" girls and think they were so much better than I was, that it was my fault I got hurt because in some way I deserved it, because I was too weak to stand up for myself; or that the things that happened to me weren't that bad and I was weak and pathetic for not being able to get over them. But the truth is that is was that bad; and that I got hurt because I was raised by a family of bullies, and they groomed me to be a sitting duck for any other bullies in my orbit, and I don't have the time to waste any more thinking that that could possibly have been my fault in some way. Vulnerability is not wrong or weak, it is a natural state for a child, especially a girl; what is wrong is for that vulnerability not to be respected and protected.
I think if we do hang on to negative experiences in the present (speaking from experience!) it's because they are reflective in some way of older, deeper issues, and we are hanging onto them because we actually do want to resolve them, and we need that awareness of them in order to do so. People who say "oh just let it go, forget about it" ususally have issues themselves but their way of coping is to bury them; but the issues are still there and could surface in some way - whether as an emotional crisis or ill health or other negative situation - at any time. What about the courage we display in facing these demons and trying to do what many people are just too scared to do, ie go back and revisit that place of extreme vulnerability that we were forced to inhabit as children? It's not being a drip to do that. And it's not being a drip to make that journey at a pace that you can handle.
Lemony, in answer to your question a while back, no, I don't have contact with my brother any more - it's been a few years now. I agree with you totally that some people are entirely beyond being reasonable, everyone in my family being that way. Which is why I've given up trying to persuade them of the logic of my arguments - I used to think that if I could only find the right words, they would listen to me, but once I realised that they would deny what day of the week it was to "prove" me wrong, I stopped trying, and it's wonderful not to be wasting that energy any more.
I was very interested by that story you told about your mother observing your interaction with your DS (I think!) and saying you pushed her away and she felt rejected by you when you were a baby. To me that sounds like an absolutely classic case of projection, where she projected her feelings of being unloved by her own parents onto you, ie you "became" her parents for her - I think that happens very often, and I know even after years of work, I still had to fight that in myself when DS was born. When you have simply no template of being loved and needed just for who you are (I do have it with DH but I had 40 years of not having it before I met him so the pattern runs deep), it is very hard to take in that this little person really loves, adores and needs you desperately. Although there has never been a situation of no bonding at all, those early weeks, especially before he could smile, I would quite often look at him and be scared, almost convinced he didn't love me, it still lingers a bit even now sometimes. Even though I sense deep down how totally he loves me, and he's a very affectionate and demonstrative little boy. I know objectively and intellectually that a child's love for its mother is all-encompassing and automatic, even if the mother is a crap mother (and I certainly hope I'm not that!) - but emotionally it is still a huge novelty for me to believe somebody loves me that much. I'm just so used to not being loved by the people closest to me, and my new family has only been around for such a short time in comparison to my old family, so I suppose it's logical that it will take time to rewire my brain into the new way things are.
Anyway, in saying that I think that kind of projection is common and understandable to a degree, I am not justifying or excusing your mother, I hope you realise! It was still her job to love you unconditionally and to do the work somehow to make sure she met your needs, that she was the adult and the parent and behaved like that. Which it doesn't sound like she did. Or does. I think a common theme among people on here is that our parents had us to meet their own needs, and in many ways wanted us to parent them rather than the other way around. I was always the mother emotionally with my own mother, never the other way round, tho i never got any kudos or thanks for it. But now I am starting to feel quite proud of the mothering I am giving my own little boy, and I think some of it is starting to come through to me as well - I am giving myself the mothering I never had, both in the therapy-related work I do and in the job of mother I do. It feels good.
One last thing - AN, I've thought this a lot, and you were talking about your relationship to other women/girls recently - well, I do think it must have been a real double whammy for you, a double betrayal - to be abandoned first by your birth mother, physically abandoned; and then emotionally abandoned and neglected by your adoptive mother - that's really hard. And then your birth mother let you down again, didn't she, when you met her? So it's a triple whammy even. Just wanted to say that. Oh, and that I agree with your therapist - be very, very cautious around your brother. It's very hard for people really to take responsibility and change like that. I know you feel bad about promising him support and then maybe not coming through, but you owe him nothing; he is the one with a huge amount of reparation to make to you, not the other way around. And it sounds like he's still being quite manipulative and trying to be controlling; well done for only doing what isn't going to cause you stress.
OK, essay over
night all x