sun seeker
Diamond Member
On another thread someone used the words "trapped, no way out" and that resonated with me. It's how I feel so much of the time. I was outside shoveling snow, thinking, thinking...
I am nine. It's the middle of the night and I am trying to be a parent to my mother, who has woken me up yelling and pounding the floor beside my bed with her fists. She's blaming me for not solving her problems fast enough, my 17yo sister is now there trying to reason with her, our "father" is standing quietly at the bottom of the stairs doing nothing. The next day my sister is going out and I beg her to take me with her. To be a kid, to find some sanity. She says "if you want to come with me so you can escape, no, you have to stay and deal with it."
I am 14. The situation at home is grim. I ask each of my three older siblings in turn if I could stay with them for a while to get away from it. Each one says no, citing spouses or lack of space or just... no. One suggests I ask a friend of my mom's who has sometimes had students stay at her house. I ask, and she also says no; she is enjoying living alone now. None of them, to my knowledge, investigates any further what is going on or why I am so desperate to get away.
I am 16. It is the first time my despair takes me to the point of feeling suicidal. I ask a neighbour for help and she takes me to an appointment at the Mental Health office. A social worker interviews me and says she can't understand what my problem is, and sends me away, no followup. I go home. I tell my parents how desperate I am feeling. They say nothing at all, do nothing, never mention it again.
And so many times more...
There is a reason I write this in the present tense. It's because it feels like it is happening now. Every time I am in a situation with no obvious solution, every time I ask for help and am ignored, it takes me right back to that helpless place with nowhere to turn, nowhere to run, no one to care, and I can't think, can't see solutions lurking under the surface, can't ask directly for the kind of support I need. I am shaking and feel sick as I write this. These are the experiences that formed me, even more than the situations I was trying to get away from in the first place. The fact that I did try to get what I needed and failed, over and over and over.
Can anyone relate to this? Does it get better? I know the obvious things to do about it. They just don't help a whole lot.
I am nine. It's the middle of the night and I am trying to be a parent to my mother, who has woken me up yelling and pounding the floor beside my bed with her fists. She's blaming me for not solving her problems fast enough, my 17yo sister is now there trying to reason with her, our "father" is standing quietly at the bottom of the stairs doing nothing. The next day my sister is going out and I beg her to take me with her. To be a kid, to find some sanity. She says "if you want to come with me so you can escape, no, you have to stay and deal with it."
I am 14. The situation at home is grim. I ask each of my three older siblings in turn if I could stay with them for a while to get away from it. Each one says no, citing spouses or lack of space or just... no. One suggests I ask a friend of my mom's who has sometimes had students stay at her house. I ask, and she also says no; she is enjoying living alone now. None of them, to my knowledge, investigates any further what is going on or why I am so desperate to get away.
I am 16. It is the first time my despair takes me to the point of feeling suicidal. I ask a neighbour for help and she takes me to an appointment at the Mental Health office. A social worker interviews me and says she can't understand what my problem is, and sends me away, no followup. I go home. I tell my parents how desperate I am feeling. They say nothing at all, do nothing, never mention it again.
And so many times more...
There is a reason I write this in the present tense. It's because it feels like it is happening now. Every time I am in a situation with no obvious solution, every time I ask for help and am ignored, it takes me right back to that helpless place with nowhere to turn, nowhere to run, no one to care, and I can't think, can't see solutions lurking under the surface, can't ask directly for the kind of support I need. I am shaking and feel sick as I write this. These are the experiences that formed me, even more than the situations I was trying to get away from in the first place. The fact that I did try to get what I needed and failed, over and over and over.
Can anyone relate to this? Does it get better? I know the obvious things to do about it. They just don't help a whole lot.