My psychiatrist wants me to list some good things my parents have done. She is asking me to do this because I have been having a hard time not blaming them for what happened. For many, many years I would make up excuses for them, excuses for why they missed seeing that something so bad had happened to me. For years they missed all the symptoms of PTSD, all the nightmares, all the avoidance, all the over responsibility I took on, the anxiety over everything that I apparently hid behind the illusion of being uninterested but I was probably dissociating or something like it.
I am having a really hard time trying to do this. My parents weren't abusive, the trauma that happened to me was done by a stranger. My parents did not know. My psychiatrist listed off the same things that I have been telling myself for years and even listed here in other threads as to why they did not see it. A few months ago a medical doctor said that the scars he saw in a scan had to have happened when I was preschool age and then said 5 years old, he didn't know about the PTSD and that is how old I was when it happened. He said it had to have been a massive infection that went untreated. I can forgive my parents for not knowing about the trauma because I hid it from them but a massive infection is something else. I have children, I knew when they were sick. I also recalled that I had once stepped on a nail that went all the way through my foot and I didn't cry. I was about 6 and my mother told me it was OK if I cried she could not believe I didn't. If I was sick I could have hid that too. Maybe I do feel pain differently like another doctor said. Or I was dissociating to the point I didn't react to it.
I don't know, I have been thinking about this for days and I have been trying to write this thread for days and all I can think of to start the list is, I always knew they loved me but I say that and I wonder how could they if they missed so much.
I am having a really hard time trying to do this. My parents weren't abusive, the trauma that happened to me was done by a stranger. My parents did not know. My psychiatrist listed off the same things that I have been telling myself for years and even listed here in other threads as to why they did not see it. A few months ago a medical doctor said that the scars he saw in a scan had to have happened when I was preschool age and then said 5 years old, he didn't know about the PTSD and that is how old I was when it happened. He said it had to have been a massive infection that went untreated. I can forgive my parents for not knowing about the trauma because I hid it from them but a massive infection is something else. I have children, I knew when they were sick. I also recalled that I had once stepped on a nail that went all the way through my foot and I didn't cry. I was about 6 and my mother told me it was OK if I cried she could not believe I didn't. If I was sick I could have hid that too. Maybe I do feel pain differently like another doctor said. Or I was dissociating to the point I didn't react to it.
I don't know, I have been thinking about this for days and I have been trying to write this thread for days and all I can think of to start the list is, I always knew they loved me but I say that and I wonder how could they if they missed so much.