I just confronted my parents about my childhood experience that could explain my ptsd.
It took some prying on their part since they know nothing of my life over the past three years other than I am with a man that has two kids from a previous relationship. Mom knew there was something going on with me and tonight I just gave in. Mom and dad were on speaker when I confessed I have social anxiety(they said get over it, "girl you sound like you've lost your confidence" dad said, "I get that all the time too, better society by communicating and engaging others. It will make you feel better about you" "You just have to overcome it" mom said. I say it's deeper than that I just don't have interest in wanting to hear about others gripes. "Find a hobby, you're not medicated are you?" I said maybe I should be "NO! Just see it as your making someone else's day". Then it came out that I am seeing a therapist. "Why?" To figure out what's wrong with me to get to the root and work on why I have such problems communicating with others. it came out thAt my partner hasn't come home that he is with his kids, that I tried to sell some clothes of theirs for extra money for the house hold (this is the hump that had broke the camels back in my current relationship, that's thrown my partner feathering on the edge of our relationship. I swear I did it for our household and funds I didn't see it as "stealing" which I am so regretful of now)
THE FLOOD GATES OPENED.
They learned I as seeing a therapist. That I may have ptsd. That my childhood of drunken parents may have an impact on that. My father left the room for a long period. My mother screamed at me that there is nothing wrong with me. That I'm not getting support from my partner, which is why I have anxiety that I tried to take on another's children and now that they've been removed from my care (mother and grandmother are primary caregivers and I tried so hard to be a primary too...to have love and compassion and homeleyless. I'm a step mom, Too much to describe in this moment here) that know wonder I'm so anxious and stressed. "My family" has been pulled from me (but due to my actions of becoming a monster and reacting extremely which I regret later There is so much going on I haven't listed here. )
So much that my mom said felt SO TRUE. Like the one that made me this way, who I am, can break down what I'm feeling into words. That I'm feeling broken because my partner is not supporting me, he is supporting his ex wife and his kids. This kids always come first. I know that but the monster in me hates he has a ex wife and that I ridicule and batter him and his kids. All of which I regret saying later. Mom and dad say it's the situation I'm in that is making me act like a "crazy bitch." I explained that It all might be due my childhood (as T suggested); extreme disabiliting anxiety, over thinking, depression, guilt and remorse because of the model I grew up with ---alcoholic parents that fought a lot. I even shared my memories as a child of walking in on them fighting. Mom said it wasn't until I was in high school she was drinking extremely in excess again (excuse?) she only did on Friday and Saturdays (excuse?) and many of the vivid horrible images I remember they didn't remember (because they were piss drunk... or I was imagining dreaming it. I hadn't been old enough or exposed to any underage drinking so my memories had to of been real) maybe my dad does and that's why he left the room. When he came back in ear shot with my mother yelling about how I am a good person and Ishouldn't blame myself, he returned and I knew he was angry. More so at my partner I think for letting me get so depressed and remorseful for putting us through all this. I asked him to put himself in his shoes: would you put someone else before me, your daughter? "Of course not but you're my daughter and this guy is not supporting our Sarah (me)"
This is extremely complicated with so many details overlooked here. But the experience brought many emotions; shame for calling them out as my parents, guilt for "blaming " them for my curent state, but after getting off the phone, I said "ok that's enough, I have to go," I felt so calm. Empty but calm. after breaking down repeatedly on the phone the release from the phone and their ear after 2.5 hrs (only 1 was dedicated to "my issues"). I felt so numb and calmer than I've felt in a long time ( I hadnt been real with them I over 2 years).
Please share your reactions to my parent confession and any imput of PTSD and parental "guidance." I know it probably wasn't the best idea but it had been bubbling up for so long I just flooded out. Is it best to steer clear of such triggers when it comes to your parents potentially bringing ptsd symptoms to head later in life?
It took some prying on their part since they know nothing of my life over the past three years other than I am with a man that has two kids from a previous relationship. Mom knew there was something going on with me and tonight I just gave in. Mom and dad were on speaker when I confessed I have social anxiety(they said get over it, "girl you sound like you've lost your confidence" dad said, "I get that all the time too, better society by communicating and engaging others. It will make you feel better about you" "You just have to overcome it" mom said. I say it's deeper than that I just don't have interest in wanting to hear about others gripes. "Find a hobby, you're not medicated are you?" I said maybe I should be "NO! Just see it as your making someone else's day". Then it came out that I am seeing a therapist. "Why?" To figure out what's wrong with me to get to the root and work on why I have such problems communicating with others. it came out thAt my partner hasn't come home that he is with his kids, that I tried to sell some clothes of theirs for extra money for the house hold (this is the hump that had broke the camels back in my current relationship, that's thrown my partner feathering on the edge of our relationship. I swear I did it for our household and funds I didn't see it as "stealing" which I am so regretful of now)
THE FLOOD GATES OPENED.
They learned I as seeing a therapist. That I may have ptsd. That my childhood of drunken parents may have an impact on that. My father left the room for a long period. My mother screamed at me that there is nothing wrong with me. That I'm not getting support from my partner, which is why I have anxiety that I tried to take on another's children and now that they've been removed from my care (mother and grandmother are primary caregivers and I tried so hard to be a primary too...to have love and compassion and homeleyless. I'm a step mom, Too much to describe in this moment here) that know wonder I'm so anxious and stressed. "My family" has been pulled from me (but due to my actions of becoming a monster and reacting extremely which I regret later There is so much going on I haven't listed here. )
So much that my mom said felt SO TRUE. Like the one that made me this way, who I am, can break down what I'm feeling into words. That I'm feeling broken because my partner is not supporting me, he is supporting his ex wife and his kids. This kids always come first. I know that but the monster in me hates he has a ex wife and that I ridicule and batter him and his kids. All of which I regret saying later. Mom and dad say it's the situation I'm in that is making me act like a "crazy bitch." I explained that It all might be due my childhood (as T suggested); extreme disabiliting anxiety, over thinking, depression, guilt and remorse because of the model I grew up with ---alcoholic parents that fought a lot. I even shared my memories as a child of walking in on them fighting. Mom said it wasn't until I was in high school she was drinking extremely in excess again (excuse?) she only did on Friday and Saturdays (excuse?) and many of the vivid horrible images I remember they didn't remember (because they were piss drunk... or I was imagining dreaming it. I hadn't been old enough or exposed to any underage drinking so my memories had to of been real) maybe my dad does and that's why he left the room. When he came back in ear shot with my mother yelling about how I am a good person and Ishouldn't blame myself, he returned and I knew he was angry. More so at my partner I think for letting me get so depressed and remorseful for putting us through all this. I asked him to put himself in his shoes: would you put someone else before me, your daughter? "Of course not but you're my daughter and this guy is not supporting our Sarah (me)"
This is extremely complicated with so many details overlooked here. But the experience brought many emotions; shame for calling them out as my parents, guilt for "blaming " them for my curent state, but after getting off the phone, I said "ok that's enough, I have to go," I felt so calm. Empty but calm. after breaking down repeatedly on the phone the release from the phone and their ear after 2.5 hrs (only 1 was dedicated to "my issues"). I felt so numb and calmer than I've felt in a long time ( I hadnt been real with them I over 2 years).
Please share your reactions to my parent confession and any imput of PTSD and parental "guidance." I know it probably wasn't the best idea but it had been bubbling up for so long I just flooded out. Is it best to steer clear of such triggers when it comes to your parents potentially bringing ptsd symptoms to head later in life?