My main abuser was my mother. She was a middle class housewife, addicted to codeine, a mother of two daughters who cooked, baked, sewed, knitted. She has left school, got a job in the post office, met my father, married and had children. She died aged 35 from alcoholism.
I unconsciously used her life path s a guide of what NOT to do. I stopped drinking 15 years ago. I never had children. I won't ever marry. I went to university, graduated with a BA, went onto another academic facility and graduated with another degree in my chosen career field as a medical professional. I bought my own house and I made it past my 36th birthday.
Overall I think I did 'well' but in the past nearly 4 years I have nearly lost everything I fought so damn hard for to achieve since relapsing into another PTSD bout - after years and years without it in my life at all. Close to losing my job (forced off sick for 3 months with devastating financial and professional consequences) and close to losing my house. The threat of losing both still hangs over me. I'm merely one more breakdown away from losing it all.
That I have managed to 'achieve' things I never ever thought possible only serves to leave me more depressed - if I managed to 'achieve' these things despite my childhood - what might I have managed to 'achieve' had I been born into a healthy family? I see it like this - I was born untainted. Maybe I could have been anything or done anything. But they damaged me. From day one, any potential I had was taken from me. I'm not living the life I could have had - if only.