S800
Bronze Member
Hi. Newcomer here. 45, CPTSD survivor from emotional neglect and psychological abuse to the point where I learned all the wrong lessons about socializing, and now have...no socializing. I don't know how to. Never have. Can respond to questions or requests but I can't talk about anything proactively without feeling like I'm being blown off.
Mom ran me through a laundry list of "specialists" throughout childhood who she hoped would validate her "yea he's broken trash, just lock him in a closet" method of parenting. Given it was the 80s, "mental health professionals" were a laughable bunch of predators and monsters. That evidently didn't help matters. So I'm having an extremely hard time understanding what to do. I can't talk to other people about any of this, they leave. I can't talk to a therapist about it, their presence alone makes me lock up and they never seem to try "connecting" with me either. They just sit there expecting me to lead the talk. If I knew how to do that, I wouldnt be going to them.
Not even sure what I'm trying to do anymore. Get a response? Talk to someone who at least understands how fragile my trust is? Not feel like a machine stuffed in a vaguely man-shaped sack who's wasting everyone's time? I don't know anymore.
Mom ran me through a laundry list of "specialists" throughout childhood who she hoped would validate her "yea he's broken trash, just lock him in a closet" method of parenting. Given it was the 80s, "mental health professionals" were a laughable bunch of predators and monsters. That evidently didn't help matters. So I'm having an extremely hard time understanding what to do. I can't talk to other people about any of this, they leave. I can't talk to a therapist about it, their presence alone makes me lock up and they never seem to try "connecting" with me either. They just sit there expecting me to lead the talk. If I knew how to do that, I wouldnt be going to them.
Not even sure what I'm trying to do anymore. Get a response? Talk to someone who at least understands how fragile my trust is? Not feel like a machine stuffed in a vaguely man-shaped sack who's wasting everyone's time? I don't know anymore.