From a fairly early age I was forced into taking care of other people and learned no real skills for taking care of myself. My dad died when I was 8 from a long battle with cancer. My life from 6-9 was either going straight to the hospital after school and every weekend or bouncing from family member to family member. He and my paternal grandmother(who also died of cancer 6weeks later) were really the only people I was close to early in life. My dads sister, also my godmother, i had looked up to as well for a time until I overheard her saying she didn't know why I had to be included in family functions/issues as I wasn't blood related. (Horrible thing for a 9 year old with already faulty socializing skills to hear.) Anyway, after my dad's passing my already abusive mother withdrew even further. We both went into "grief councelling" of which I don't remember much except my last session where I tried unsuccessfully to get my therapist to teach me how to play chess(he had an amazing ornate chess set in his office) . Mom got hooked on the valium her shrink prescribed. She was nearly catatonic and me without any real structure began falling behind in school and acting out for attention. The only time it seemed I could get any type of reaction out of her was by being bad so I guess I thought that a beating was better than nothing(not to mention the beatings I took for no apparent reason). Well during this time we pretty much lived on pop tarts and macaroni and cheese or ramen noodles because anything else was too hard for her. I was dirty, the only real "meal" I got regularly was lunch at school or sunday lunch at my grandparents. She was so far gone in her pills I had to fetch her water for her because she couldn't move(but lord knows if I took too long she moved awful quick to assault me).
During this time I spent the weekend at my aunts house which turned into 2 Weeks. I was told mom had gone away for a church function, later I found out she was hospitalized for taking an entire bottle of valium and half a bottle of whiskey. There was talk of me being taken in permanantly at my aunt and uncles house, around me was all hypoyhetical talk, and I thought that would be amazing (to this day I wish it would have happened) because they had three girls close to my age and a son a year younger than me, who was also adopted (my uncle took his sisters baby in because she had no way to take care of him herself). That never happened so I went back to daily beatings and waiting on my mother's every whim. (Keep in mind as well my grandfather handled all our household finances because my mother was a compulsive
spender and hoarder). At ten I was doing all the household chores including cooking
(not well not having much guidance in that area)
Spent the next 10 years taking care of her because I didn't know how to be different, and anytime I would try to talk about it noone believed me because she had a perfect mom face she showed the world(pta? homeroom mom, teaching assistant).
Fast forward to early 20's had my first real boyfriend. He was bipolar and hated taking his meds. I had to take care of him as well. Neglecting what I needed to be happy to try and keep him happy. His father died unexpectexly and he bolted. Had a few on and off relationships where me not being very good at taking care of me didn't last long because I would become needy and co dependant. I got in some pretty serious financial problems and some legal trouble. This is when I got involved with the abusive ex. Again I was thrust into the role of taking care of him and suddenly a child (our son was mot planned or expected). I finally got the courage to walk away but don't know where to start with taking care of myself and my son when its a struggle to provide even the basic needs.
Itellectually I know that I'm not in a good place to be in a relationship again, and have set boundaries (it helps that N. and I don't live together) but I fear falling back into carer mode neglecting myself. My new therapist I'm not really connecting with so I really don't feel I have that outlet right now, and the one really close friend I have that knows all of this is dealing with her own serious issues...and doesn't necessarily approve of N. so maybe this is my only.real outlet at the moment.
During this time I spent the weekend at my aunts house which turned into 2 Weeks. I was told mom had gone away for a church function, later I found out she was hospitalized for taking an entire bottle of valium and half a bottle of whiskey. There was talk of me being taken in permanantly at my aunt and uncles house, around me was all hypoyhetical talk, and I thought that would be amazing (to this day I wish it would have happened) because they had three girls close to my age and a son a year younger than me, who was also adopted (my uncle took his sisters baby in because she had no way to take care of him herself). That never happened so I went back to daily beatings and waiting on my mother's every whim. (Keep in mind as well my grandfather handled all our household finances because my mother was a compulsive
spender and hoarder). At ten I was doing all the household chores including cooking
(not well not having much guidance in that area)
Spent the next 10 years taking care of her because I didn't know how to be different, and anytime I would try to talk about it noone believed me because she had a perfect mom face she showed the world(pta? homeroom mom, teaching assistant).
Fast forward to early 20's had my first real boyfriend. He was bipolar and hated taking his meds. I had to take care of him as well. Neglecting what I needed to be happy to try and keep him happy. His father died unexpectexly and he bolted. Had a few on and off relationships where me not being very good at taking care of me didn't last long because I would become needy and co dependant. I got in some pretty serious financial problems and some legal trouble. This is when I got involved with the abusive ex. Again I was thrust into the role of taking care of him and suddenly a child (our son was mot planned or expected). I finally got the courage to walk away but don't know where to start with taking care of myself and my son when its a struggle to provide even the basic needs.
Itellectually I know that I'm not in a good place to be in a relationship again, and have set boundaries (it helps that N. and I don't live together) but I fear falling back into carer mode neglecting myself. My new therapist I'm not really connecting with so I really don't feel I have that outlet right now, and the one really close friend I have that knows all of this is dealing with her own serious issues...and doesn't necessarily approve of N. so maybe this is my only.real outlet at the moment.