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Hi redfox,
I don't really have any answers for you. All I can say is that myself, my brother (abuser), and my sister were all sexually abused as children. I don't know much about their experiences. I don't know how long term either of them were, though I suspect that my brother's experience was long term, as he was abused by my older foster brother. My sister was abused by a babysitter; I don't know if this happened repeatedly or not. My point in all of this is that I am the only one who manifested clearly PTSD traits, and I was the only once forced to go through therapy. My sister got really into drugs in her youth, went to a rehab center, but that's a different focus. I don't know what has actually gone on beneath her drug and lifestyle problems, but in any case, she has never hinted in any facet of her personality that PTSD is there. Similarly, my brother doesn't seem to have specifically PTSD traits. He seems to be tossing his life away. He has no ambitions, no plans. His idea of furthering his life is buying the next new piece of technology.
But my relationship with my mother was different than theirs was. I was not only constantly counted on by my mother (and still am sometimes: when she leaves for a trip and it's just me and my father at home, I am responsible for cooking, cleaning, locking the doors and windows at night, shopping, etc.), but I was also counted on her to be what she called her 'emotional trashcan.' She berated me for hours and hours a day--just she and I across from one another with her spouting one long shouting monologue--everyday. I was with her all the time. She relied on me heavily as both an emotional punching bag and a personal assistant.
I don't know if this played into any of my abuse (I think, if anything, the fact that she put me in a caregiver position toward my abusive brother), but I do know that ever since all of my memories surfaced and began affecting me, I have had a real problem with this dynamic. My other siblings never got this from her. I was the only one. When I was younger, I honestly thought that it was because I was special. When I got a little older, I thought it was because she resented me. Whatever the reason, I am stuck with these tumultuous feelings now, and they always rear their ugly heads when I am trying to work on my PTSD/trauma.
I hope that was maybe helpful.
I agree with Cheshire and Heather, by the way. No arguments. We support you and want to see the best for you. It's hard for this forum to feel non-confrontational, eh? ^-^
I don't really have any answers for you. All I can say is that myself, my brother (abuser), and my sister were all sexually abused as children. I don't know much about their experiences. I don't know how long term either of them were, though I suspect that my brother's experience was long term, as he was abused by my older foster brother. My sister was abused by a babysitter; I don't know if this happened repeatedly or not. My point in all of this is that I am the only one who manifested clearly PTSD traits, and I was the only once forced to go through therapy. My sister got really into drugs in her youth, went to a rehab center, but that's a different focus. I don't know what has actually gone on beneath her drug and lifestyle problems, but in any case, she has never hinted in any facet of her personality that PTSD is there. Similarly, my brother doesn't seem to have specifically PTSD traits. He seems to be tossing his life away. He has no ambitions, no plans. His idea of furthering his life is buying the next new piece of technology.
But my relationship with my mother was different than theirs was. I was not only constantly counted on by my mother (and still am sometimes: when she leaves for a trip and it's just me and my father at home, I am responsible for cooking, cleaning, locking the doors and windows at night, shopping, etc.), but I was also counted on her to be what she called her 'emotional trashcan.' She berated me for hours and hours a day--just she and I across from one another with her spouting one long shouting monologue--everyday. I was with her all the time. She relied on me heavily as both an emotional punching bag and a personal assistant.
I don't know if this played into any of my abuse (I think, if anything, the fact that she put me in a caregiver position toward my abusive brother), but I do know that ever since all of my memories surfaced and began affecting me, I have had a real problem with this dynamic. My other siblings never got this from her. I was the only one. When I was younger, I honestly thought that it was because I was special. When I got a little older, I thought it was because she resented me. Whatever the reason, I am stuck with these tumultuous feelings now, and they always rear their ugly heads when I am trying to work on my PTSD/trauma.
I hope that was maybe helpful.
I agree with Cheshire and Heather, by the way. No arguments. We support you and want to see the best for you. It's hard for this forum to feel non-confrontational, eh? ^-^