Building on this idea, it might be helpful to imagine what it would have been like if you had been diagnosed with autism as a child and were able to get all of the support that is available today.
But that's not what actually happened. I can't replace real memories with imagined events.
Even if I had been dx'd with autism early, and even if support had been offered through school, my family wasn't healthy enough to be supportive in all that. It actually feels sickening to think of relying on them for meeting any emotional needs, even as a kid. A lot of people in some FB groups I follow complain about their moms not ever asking them about their lives, or showing concern for their struggles and feelings, or being supportive. I don't
want my mom to do those things for me. It sounds gross...repulsive...almost as bad as if I were to ask my kids to do those things for me (which I don't do, because I'm the mom and they shouldn't have to take care of me).
I had a miscarriage several years ago (before all this conflict between my mom and myself came to the surface)...it was the morning before she was supposed to leave the country for a mission trip. She mostly avoided the topic, but then at one point, she asked if I wanted her to stay for a couple of days and delay leaving for her trip to help me out. I
hated the idea of her staying, and was sooo glad she was going away on a long trip when she wouldn't be around while I dealt with my emotions myself. Even though I wasn't yet aware at the time of how much control she had on me, because I was so deeply mired in people-pleasing her, I still knew absolutely for sure that I didn't want her knowing what I was feeling or how much I was hurting.
how about reaching your hand out to that part of you and teaching her about your adult self and how you life your life now?
I don't see the child I was as a being that exists now, even as a part of me. It's not someone I can have a conversation with. It just seems weird to pretend to have a conversation with someone who no longer exists.
I do have conversations in my head with people I know...with the mental
representations of those people, at least (I'm fully aware they don't actually exist in my head, and that the thoughts I have of their "part" of the "conversation" are really only my thoughts). But the people have to actually exist in real life...currently. For example, when I was seeing my first T, I had mental conversations with him all the time...it helped to restructure my thoughts and challenge my assumptions if I could think about what he would say about a particular thought I was having. But after he moved away and I was no longer seeing him, it's like a light switch flipped off. His voice no longer existed in my head. I couldn't find it even when I tried. I even struggled to remember some of the things he had said that had been so pivotal for me at various times.
To try to have a mental conversation with me of 35 or 40 years ago...someone I didn't actually know but only saw from a limited perspective through my own darkness and ignorance...with the way my mind works, I don't think that's even possible.
I did find it immensely helpful to endeavor to self parent myself in my affected/stunted/immature areas by way of character development and goal/challenges.
I don't think of it as self-parenting so much, but I have found some mental space for both self-compassion and self-discipline. I've always been interested in self improvement, even as a teenager. I'm trying to recontextualize that away from such perfectionistic standards, though, and allow space for process, mistakes, and unknowing.
I used to desperately want someone to informally "adopt" me as my father figure. I wanted a father to see me for who I am and love exactly that and guide me through my growth process. But that effort of finding a father figure failed miserably. Now I'm more to a point where I'd rather reach a point of maturity that I don't need that anymore, or even want it.