ladee
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Still no contact with my son.
I know how I feel about my own parents. My mom...I have come to understand her on such a deep level. I always loved her, still do. And miss her more every year.
The sperm dinar...indifferent. Don't hate him or love him. Tho I hated him for many years. I'm grateful I put in the work on my healing journey to reach a place of indifference. Hating someone gives them too much power.
My son...a part of me would understand if he felt the same about me as I do the sperm donar. Maybe he refers to me as the egg donar.
The grief of loosing him to my PTSD, is coming over me in waves sometimes.
I wonder if I will ever get to tell him how sorry I am? To tell him I didn't know what was wrong with me. That the guilt and shame when I lashed out at him has never left me. I know I have to work on self forgiveness..not right now all I want is to see him. To hug him.
I have no excuses. I have reasons but it doesn't change the deep loss of him in my life.
I know it has to be this way .
No contact. So we don't hurt each other and do any more damage.
But I do miss him. He has hurt me also. Making me pay and pay and pay for being his mom.
Took me forever to understand it was emotional abuse I was allowing him to do.
That has been forgiven. Not forgotten...but forgiven.
My biggest fear is I will never see him again. He hates me that much.
I can't change the past. I have worked so hard at getting better. He doesn't want to hear my story.
I feel like I am whining. I have never cut myself much slack for being in pain. But guess it is progress to share what I'm feeling.
I hate PTSD with a passion. For the pain it causes eveyone. No one gets a free ride..I get that. But does something have to hurt every damned day until we die?
I know this is adding to my body pain and I am in a viscious cycle right now.
Am doing everything I know to do to not end up in the rabbit hole. Serves no purpose.
Guess I have to give myself permission to hurt. I hate this part. I hate it a lot.
I know how I feel about my own parents. My mom...I have come to understand her on such a deep level. I always loved her, still do. And miss her more every year.
The sperm dinar...indifferent. Don't hate him or love him. Tho I hated him for many years. I'm grateful I put in the work on my healing journey to reach a place of indifference. Hating someone gives them too much power.
My son...a part of me would understand if he felt the same about me as I do the sperm donar. Maybe he refers to me as the egg donar.
The grief of loosing him to my PTSD, is coming over me in waves sometimes.
I wonder if I will ever get to tell him how sorry I am? To tell him I didn't know what was wrong with me. That the guilt and shame when I lashed out at him has never left me. I know I have to work on self forgiveness..not right now all I want is to see him. To hug him.
I have no excuses. I have reasons but it doesn't change the deep loss of him in my life.
I know it has to be this way .
No contact. So we don't hurt each other and do any more damage.
But I do miss him. He has hurt me also. Making me pay and pay and pay for being his mom.
Took me forever to understand it was emotional abuse I was allowing him to do.
That has been forgiven. Not forgotten...but forgiven.
My biggest fear is I will never see him again. He hates me that much.
I can't change the past. I have worked so hard at getting better. He doesn't want to hear my story.
I feel like I am whining. I have never cut myself much slack for being in pain. But guess it is progress to share what I'm feeling.
I hate PTSD with a passion. For the pain it causes eveyone. No one gets a free ride..I get that. But does something have to hurt every damned day until we die?
I know this is adding to my body pain and I am in a viscious cycle right now.
Am doing everything I know to do to not end up in the rabbit hole. Serves no purpose.
Guess I have to give myself permission to hurt. I hate this part. I hate it a lot.