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Ashlandlw

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I have PTSD I have spent years in therapy but am not able to talk about any of the issues that are locked inside me. I have been able to manage over the years by remaining busy and working long hard hours. Last year I was injured so am not able to work anymore. I have even developed issues regarding that.

I feel like a failure at life. I am isolated in every way. I can go out among people but can't talk to anyone including my family beyond the basic small talk. I sometimes think that if I just had one friend to talk to I could let it out but then I think if I just had one friend I would drive him or her away if they knew. I feel so alone. Not just physically alone but different like I don't fit anywhere.

Over the years I have either ran away or withdrawn from everyone. I hate that I am the way I am but don't know how to get out of it. Since I haven't been working I am stuck with my thoughts, memories, and regrets, there's no way to avoid them. So I was thinking maybe if I wrote about them they wouldn't seem so bad...but they are so bad.
 
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Hello and welcome to the forum,

I really can relate to so much of what you say, running away from thinking by working hard and feeling like you never fit in. Feeling like if people knew the truth or found me out they would run away screaming. It does get better with sharing, and there is no hurry to share.

I hope this place gives you what you need.

Take care
 
Welcome. Please feel free to 'let it out' and 'talk' to us here.
I am the product of approximately the worlds most dysfunctional family as an example of that I only completed the 8th grade in school but attended 33 different schools. I can’t describe how bad those fundamental years were for me.

I tried to run away from home when I was 11 and my little sister Michelle insisted on going with me or she would wake Mom. That night was pure hell but we survived and were found the next day. About a year later Michelle caught me sneaking out of the house after Mom had passed out. I was only going to meet some friends and was coming back so when she insisted on going too. It didn’t seem such a big deal but she went to her friend, Rainie’s house and got her to join us.

Rainie was killed that night. Michelle and I weren’t counseled afterward only asked what we saw. The boy who killed her is a grown man now. On occasion I look him up on the net and read his ever-growing list of arrests. That night changed me, my sister, Rainie’s family, and I wonder too if that first of Unk’s crimes didn’t give him the exposure to become a repetitive criminal. If I had stayed home, just gone to bed I am sure Rainie would not have been there, Unk would not have killed her.

Michelle grew up to be an alcoholic, we called her a “party animal” but I know she often times drank just to become numb from that memory as well as others that came to pass after Rainie’s death. She even hooked up with a murderer only days after he was released from prison. Michelle’s death in 1995 was a car accident but she would not have even been there if she were able to settle down even a little. I successfully ran away from home in January following Rainie’s death and raised myself on the streets using the survival by trial and error method, which according to Michelle was better than my lot would have been if I had stayed. I met some really good people and some really bad people along the way.
 
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That is a horrible series of events. I'm sorry that I can think of nothing useful to say right now, but I wanted you to know that I'm listening.
 
After my parents divorce my mother became an alcoholic, she stopped paying attention to raising us. We were a burden to her having fun I guess. She remarried twice both were molesters which is why I wanted to get away from home. To me home wasn't a safe place to be. Of course at 12 years old I didn't know being on the road wasn't a safe place to be either. I was following the directions of who ever took notice to me and found myself in some rough situations.
 
Of course at 12 years old I didn't know being on the road wasn't a safe place to be either.

Yes, but I bet it felt a lot safer. I can relate to this very much.

It sounds like a whole bunch of grief. Survivors grief, feeling responsible for so many things that were too big for such a young thing. I guess I am thinking that you are taking on a ton of things that your mother chose not to be responsible for. Is it possible that you are being too hard on that poor young girl that just needed some guidance and nurturing?

Spill @Ashlandlw - whatever you feel comfortable with and the trust will come. Trust that there isn't anything that amongst the lot of us we don't understand and find 'too hard to believe'.

Welcome
 
I know I feel grief for myself and others. I understand the concepts of working through things rather than just getting past them but I don't know how to work "through" them I don't know what the process is. I guess I figured I would sort it all out later then something else happened, then another something. I just kept on working and work was my social life too. So now I'm not working and find myself alone...literally and figuratively. I will be doing something simple such as yesterday mowing the grass and suddenly I am right back where it all started or at another of the multitude of train wrecks that has been the cadence of my life. I think the isolation makes it harder. I'm not exactly sure how that happened or when it did. I live alone, though I have a phone nobody has called me in years, my older sister passes by my driveway twice a month and has never seen the inside of my house. My children remain in contact with me on facebook but have moved away so I don't see them either. I sometimes think at this point if anyone were to call me or stop in to see me I would have a difficult time trusting them to not have ulterior motives.
 
I think the isolation makes it harder.

It makes it harder for me for sure. Not working and the kids moving away (which I kept myself so incredibly distracted with) makes it very difficult to push out the subconscious thoughts. That in turn causes reactions from the 'ghosts' of the past. I don't know that there is any set way to work through them. I listen to my inner voice. For instance something sent you here to us - because deep inside you know that you need to express yourself and you don't feel safe doing that in front of people right now. That is a really huge step - so if you listen - it will come.

One thing I have learned through all of this which has kept me in good stead is that I my thoughts and body (as I have body reactions (somatic responses like twitching and so on)) are telling me a story. Listening to that story without judging yourself as being bad is so very important in this process. You survived and that was one hell of an ordeal just from the small amount that you wrote! I have great respect for that in others and am working on giving myself the respect I deserve for my little girl that defied all odds and didn't live up to her parents expectations - which were to disappear. So it is important in this process for me to see myself and be proud of that.
 
I was and still am ashamed of my youth, bad decisions that I made, the results of those decisions. Most of the time I avoid talking about anything prior to the pseudo stability that came with adulthood, consistent employment, the generally stable home life that I created for my children etc so I have always had this short synopsis of my youth that made everything not seem so bad. Even as an adult there were a couple of life events that created chaos for myself and my children.

Fortunately I didn't have a teenage pregnancy, I survived childhood out there, joined the army at 18 so I wouldn't end up dead in a ditch somewhere. My eldest daughters father and I met in the Army, we dated and I got pregnant. He didn't want to be a father so I decided to get out of the Army and raise her myself. After she was born the child support enforcement agency went after him so when he was something like $18,000.00 behind in child support he began pursuing a relationship with me. After my messed up childhood I think I was vulnerable to a romantic notion of the nuclear family.

We were married when she was 2 years old and shortly before he terminated from the Army. We relocated to his home town. Looking back I feel as though I was set up. He had his entire family to support him and I was there alone, nobody to talk with when he filed for divorce and virtually kidnapped her. It took 3 months of the judge ordering her to be returned to me and her home before he complied, that was only because he was going to jail if he didn't return her. In hind site I am sure it was all about the money, he just didn't want to be financially responsible for her. In the end I agreed to deny her paternity and he agreed to remove himself from mine and her life. I immediately moved out of that state.

My youngest daughters father did something similar though it wasn't about paying child support or about her at all. I eventually became a successful business woman. He met someone who had a little something. I incidentally became pregnant and he used that as an excuse for us to be married. I turned him down about a dozen times, in hind site I think most men would have walked away after being turned down once or twice. That is among the red flags that I didn't see. I think he eventually just wore me down with his creativity in proposals.

We were only married about a year and a half when he started his plan to take over my investments. He went to the adjoining county where I didn't conduct any business, claimed I had left him, abandoned the business and he had no idea where to find me. He was able to get an emergency hearing before the judge and got control of my home and business so that he could continue running things while I was gone. He even got a restraining order preventing me from participating in the daily operation of the business. There was no reason for the judge not to believe him because there wasn't anyone there to deny his accusations. By the way I was still living at home but while he was in court I was in another town at a gown fitting for my eldest daughters wedding. When I learned what he had done he began demanding that I sign everything over to him. When I wouldn't he began slaughtering my horses beginning with my most favorite and working his way down.

I couldn't sign everything over to him because that would have left my children and I homeless and no income to support them. Losing my horses was devastating, I worked with them every day..that was my business, my job and they were like fellow employees. Let me add that what he did was not illegal rather immoral. Horses are livestock, not companion animals. If they were companion animals riding them would be considered a burden so we don't want them to become companion animals. The judge did order him to stop slaughtering them, I was down to half the herd when I got my assets returned to me 10 months later. He got absolutely nothing in the divorce because in our state whatever is yours before marriage is returned to you in divorce. That was about 10 years ago.
 
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This is my first time posting here. Even though my life on the outside looks completely different from yours, on the inside I can relate to having untrustworthy parental figures, feeling like I've driven (or will drive) away friends, social isolation, etc.
I don't have any advice, but I do want you to know that you are not alone. Hopefully, being able to share your story will lift some of that weight from your shoulders.
 
@soleilsalve! Welcome! I hope you continue to post..... :)

@Ashlandlw how does it feel to be able to write this down? I must go for the day and most of tomorrow but I want you to know I hear you. You have made great steps with this posting and I hope you continue to post. It is brave. :)
 
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