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Sometimes I feel like I'm over-dramatizing my traumatic experiences, and that I'm just a big crybaby with no sense of perspective.
My trauma was developmental, and it involved parental abandonment, verbal and emotional abuse, emotional neglect, and alcoholism. While on one level I know those experiences had a major impact on my development, on another I feel like I should just suck it up because in other respects I really had it pretty good. Materially, I was always provided for. My mom always made sure I was housed, fed, and clothed. I was always spoiled at birthdays and Christmas. I was never hit. My stepfather's rages scared the hell out of me and I often feared that he would hurt my mother, but he never actually got physically violent. The verbal and emotional abuse I experienced wasn't your classic "You'll never amount to anything!" type stuff, but more of the constant invalidation/cold shoulder/silent treatment variety, plus lots of yelling and being made to feel like a burden.
In contrast, I have friends who've survived unspeakably awful childhoods: molestation, rape, parents with severe and untreated mental illnesses, being beaten or burned with cigarettes, being told again and again that they were mistakes. Just heinous things that nobody should ever have to endure. I compare what I've survived to what they've lived through, or what some of the other people in this forum have dealt with, and I feel like a big whiner. Like I have no right to claim I was traumatized when so many people have had it so, so much worse.
Who else can relate?
My trauma was developmental, and it involved parental abandonment, verbal and emotional abuse, emotional neglect, and alcoholism. While on one level I know those experiences had a major impact on my development, on another I feel like I should just suck it up because in other respects I really had it pretty good. Materially, I was always provided for. My mom always made sure I was housed, fed, and clothed. I was always spoiled at birthdays and Christmas. I was never hit. My stepfather's rages scared the hell out of me and I often feared that he would hurt my mother, but he never actually got physically violent. The verbal and emotional abuse I experienced wasn't your classic "You'll never amount to anything!" type stuff, but more of the constant invalidation/cold shoulder/silent treatment variety, plus lots of yelling and being made to feel like a burden.
In contrast, I have friends who've survived unspeakably awful childhoods: molestation, rape, parents with severe and untreated mental illnesses, being beaten or burned with cigarettes, being told again and again that they were mistakes. Just heinous things that nobody should ever have to endure. I compare what I've survived to what they've lived through, or what some of the other people in this forum have dealt with, and I feel like a big whiner. Like I have no right to claim I was traumatized when so many people have had it so, so much worse.
Who else can relate?