You say "I don't even know if I have the right questions or even strategy of enquiry, but it is what it is. I have spent my whole life waiting for things to be safe, or something to be in place, before I could start to live life"
I can identify with this.
It is not easy.
I think it is a case of wanting the perpetrators of the tortures to acknowlege their wrongs before we can move on. In my case this is an imperative because I have no choice but to still rely on those who abused me and treated me badly.
I can't imagine how hard this is.
My guess is that sometimes it can be easier to feel sorry for ourselves, live in a continuation of our symptoms as victims, rather than try to set forth on a path of becoming a survivor.
I have done an absolutely phenomenal amount of work on myself. It is not having anything to build on, that has been my biggest challenge. The fact I was profoundly dissociated since I was a small child. I still am struggling with the concept of being grounded in my body. I had no idea was a sense of safety was, so I didn't know I need to move out of social housing, to be away from the drug addicts and violent men.
As I can barely connect to my own feelings and thoughts - I have no idea what my needs and wants are - I go to default people pleasing who are in charge.
Because conflict meant a danger of being beaten and living with the constant threat of being killed. I have on the surface very good communication skills, but whenever anyone gets close I run away, or lash out. So where I live now no one knows my history, other than my partner, so I stonewall and don't tell anyone any things about myself.
I was desperate to not be like my parents, so when I ran away from home at age 15 to get outside authorities involved to prevent my Father completing his threat of killing us all and then himself, I latched on to a "psychologist" that used and abused me, and passed me around as a client to their posse of psychologists to be used and abused, emotionally. physically, intellectually, sexually, financially. I almost got it together an this person moved in with me in my mid-late 20s and sabotaged me. I had to move out of my flat for three months because of how abusive she was.
I had no ability to define who was safe, and who was not safe. I struggle with this on a daily basis. After five years we have gotten rid of the dodgy guys attached to this house.
So I have no idea what a home that is safe feels like. I don't feel safe with myself, because if only I could have made the right decisions I could have had a better life. My self hared and self doubt cripple me every day.
Perhaps you need to identify whether the negative survival strategies you created to survive continuing abuse are holding you: either in an active ongoing trauma suffering,
This thread and the other threads like it, that I have started, are actually an attempt to do what you suggest here. I have been desparately trying to do that for three decades. I kept choosing the wrong psychologists, who used me to get their needs met, and that was like my parents so I had no skills to defend myself, nevertheless assess what was going on, and having a choice to walk away. It wasn't in my emotional vocabularly to even think I had a right to express and idea, thought or feeling of my own.
Only you know the reality of whether your perpetrators are no longer able to hurt you again, if they are gone, then it follows that you are free to try to build a real life.
My Mother is trying to get to me through one of my sisters. And the perpetraters will never be gone from my life, because of the lies of my Mother and my Father I am almost totally excluded from my family. I have never met my nieces and nephews. I have nothing much, inside of me, and I am trying to be present, in a room, with one other person being present in that room. And the terror of this means I come home and binge eat, like I did last night, after drumming. Like I keep working and working on things, but as this thread illustrates I don't have a lot to work on. I have a hell of a lot more to deal with since I have been working so hard on this, but for decades before that I was working fiendishly hard and I was being used and abused by psychologists and other borderlines (diagnosed by psychiatrists) and such like people. I was being eaten alive by these people, and I still have to avoid them because I am so vulnerable and gullible, because I be a good little girl and believe all the lies.
Yes, the world does include other people who are in need of help, but when we are still so much in need ourselves it is not necessarily us who should allow ourselves to support others.
I had a crystal clear understanding of this when I ran away from home when I was 15, but never the skills to even get close to not automatically doing and helping whoever asks me for something. I still have a hellish time saying no. It is something I have written in my diary about.
Knowing when to help somebody else and when to hold back needs boundaries, you cannot help others fully when you still do not know yourself and are not living a balanced life.
My whole live from being 2 years old was all about me meeting the big people's needs. So that is what I ran away from home with at age 15. I was so vulnerable that unprofessional "alternative" psychologists used and abused me in multiple ways in multiple ways. To know someone is not safe, you need to have at one point in your life, felt safe, if you don't have that baseline, then you have nothing to compare your current situation to.
I was aware of needing boundaries when I was 15 years, and now I am 47 years old, I didn't have a place to go to learn boundaries, and because the psychologists used and abused me - at one point knocking at my front teeth - and when I almost got it together, moved into my house and undermined me so my life fell apart again. If you have no where to live for 3 months because your psychologist moved in and is being abusive to you - well it shows that instead of helping me learn to have boundaries, my boundaries, were, once again truly violated.
What you say is all good and true, and I have been intellectually aware of all that from my early teens. I just have no way of translating that into a lived, physical environment. You write well for someone who actually has a sense of self, and is in contact with some of what they feel. I barely have that. I cannot be in my body when someone else is in the room. So I can't work on boundaries with anyone because I am not there enough to know what my boundaries are.
To allow ourselves to be somebody else's support when we do not know who we are ourselves understandably will likely leave both parties feeling abused.
And I was groomed from a very early age to just immediately meet the perceived big people's needs or be cruelly mindf*cked out of existence or bashed until I was black and blue. When I went to other parts of the family I was sexually abused there, and witnessed horrendous violence.
Perhaps the first need is to find out how we can build safe relationships with others?
I don't know how to find out how to build a safe relationship with others. I can't respond in real time. I recently realised that every major person in my life has told me huge lies this year, or manipulated me or dumped their shit on me, and the couple of times I asserted myself dropped my like a hot potato, attacked, character assassinated or treated really poorly. Once again, I feel so much bone crunching self doubt, that I can barely be there/here. So thus the title of this thread If You Didn't Have A Chance To Build A Self Before Complex Trauma.
Thanks for the considerable time and effort that you have put into answering me. Everything that you talk about is why I hung in there for decades with these abusive psychologists. I didn't want to be like my parents, and I know I had no interpersonal or life skills. I can't tell who is safe and who is not safe, for me, as a person. So having no sense of self or selves had been a huge impediment. I don't trust my own judgement calls, and I don't know how to work out what is reasonable and unreasonable in real time. I got so screwed over this year that I am moving towards having very few people in my life.