Hi, I'm David. I've been reading this site for a while but never posted. I'm not even sure where to start explaining my shit. My whole family has severe mental disorders, my mother fits the archetype for Narcissistic Personality Disorder perfectly, all I have ever been to her is an object to use to gratify her ego and flatter herself, she is incapable of anything resembling actual love, my father seems to embody borderline personality disorder which I am not sure describes him adequately but basically he always vacillated between viewing me as the cause of all his problems, horrible person deserving of scorn and seeing me as some sort of hope to cure the emptiness he feels inside himself by comforting him and giving him approval, which I often did because I was so desperate to make him happy with me. I still can't really say I understand my brother, but I know he naturally had many sadistic tendencies which he focused towards me.
My mother molested me to make herself feel pretty. I didn't respond in a way that flattered her so she has hated me ever since, even encouraging my brother to follow me around and constantly invalidate me and be cruel to me, and teaching him that was the only was he would get any affection from her. My parents both pretending like they were trying to get my brother to stop this but in reality they both encouraged him, mostly my mom. When they came to me to talk to me about it it really confused me why they seemed to care all of a sudden but now I see the reality was that they came to me so I as a small child could give them comfort for enduring the suffering that was having one son who was constantly cruel to the other. They could of stopped him if they had wanted. My father taught us not to do other things with his rage, if he had focused that rage on my brother whenever he was mean to me my brother would have stopped, but the truth is they just didn't give a damn about me, I don't hate them, I have forgiven them, they just werent capable of love.
There have been a lot of traumatic events in my life, but more than anything it has been the confusion more than the trauma that has messed me up. No one in my family ever comforted me, asked me about my feelings, or even explained anything to me. I think even most abusive parents explain things to their kids in an unhealthy way like "life is pain little johnny you better get used to it people are always going to try and hurt you youll have to be strong like I am and not trust anyone if you want to survive" nope, instead of even hearing anything like that no one ever taught me a thing and I pretty much turned into a feral child who grew up in civilization. School was just as bad as my home. When the other kids were learning how to socialize and have fun all I was trying to do was avoid making anyone mad at me. This seriously backfired for my entire childhood because someone that introspective is bound to inflict narcissistic injuries on insecure people around them. Teachers and students alike scorned me because I didn't fit in. Looking back now I can tell even adult teachers had their feelings hurt because when they would try and talk to me I wouldn't respond to them with the facial expressions that display emotion which is how people connect. I was a victim of the common misconception that if someone doesnt fit in they must be choosing not to, and negative reinforcement will surely teach them a lesson so they learn to kiss people's asses better. Well I know from training dogs that negative reinforcement doesnt teach anything if you don't connect it to the behavior you are trying to train away. I never understood why EVERYONE at school seemed to hate me, all I know is they did. Teachers made fun of me in front of other kids, I even had a couple that physically abused me. One guy about twice my size pinned me to a wall by my neck so I couldn't breath to teach me not to be violent after I pushed a kid who was much larger than me who wouldnt stop making fun of me.
I know there is some friction on this site with people identifying themselves as having ptsd or Cptsd and I really don't even care. I think what I have goes beyond either one, although I definitely have ptsd as well. I've been to plenty of therapy and while it has helped me I have come to the conclusion that modern psychology really has no understanding of the majority of my issues and probably will not within my lifetime. After spending thousands of dollars on my latest therapist I recently stopped seeing him because I realized that while hes not bad at his job he has also not really taught me a whole lot, like my entire life, I've pretty much figured it out on my own. I've never had a mentor, I've never had any positive role models, no one has ever reached out to me to try and help me, nothing. I used to get so hung up on the injustice of it all because I am really a great person who has an immense capacity to love and care about others and does not like hurting others at all, but I watch my spiteful petty cruel people manage to find love and seemingly happiness while I languish alone.
I'm 27 now. Still no career, still never had a close friend or a girlfriend. I've always clung to hope that my life would get better and in many ways it has, I have made a lot of progress, but I am very sick of being alone. Some of this I blame on my fear and anxiety, if I could make more efforts to be sociable I might make some real friends, but at the same time it is very hard as people tend to think I am strange. I have overheard comments about me my whole life, people are so ignorant, despite the fact that most truly horrible people, psychopaths and such, like my brother, are somewhat charming on the surface and make friends easily, people often don't know what to make of me and assume I must not have a heart or a soul and must be a horrible person, just because they get the feeling I am a bit different.
I've done a lot of reading on this site and I am confident that even most people with ptsd whos trauma began just after birth and do not remember being normal before it won't understand me. I've given up on trying to get people to understand me. I don't need or want that, I just am sick of being alone.
This is already fairly long. I know lots of people come on this site and rant and rave and ramble just looking for comfort or validation, I'm not even sure what I'm looking for here, but there it is.
My mother molested me to make herself feel pretty. I didn't respond in a way that flattered her so she has hated me ever since, even encouraging my brother to follow me around and constantly invalidate me and be cruel to me, and teaching him that was the only was he would get any affection from her. My parents both pretending like they were trying to get my brother to stop this but in reality they both encouraged him, mostly my mom. When they came to me to talk to me about it it really confused me why they seemed to care all of a sudden but now I see the reality was that they came to me so I as a small child could give them comfort for enduring the suffering that was having one son who was constantly cruel to the other. They could of stopped him if they had wanted. My father taught us not to do other things with his rage, if he had focused that rage on my brother whenever he was mean to me my brother would have stopped, but the truth is they just didn't give a damn about me, I don't hate them, I have forgiven them, they just werent capable of love.
There have been a lot of traumatic events in my life, but more than anything it has been the confusion more than the trauma that has messed me up. No one in my family ever comforted me, asked me about my feelings, or even explained anything to me. I think even most abusive parents explain things to their kids in an unhealthy way like "life is pain little johnny you better get used to it people are always going to try and hurt you youll have to be strong like I am and not trust anyone if you want to survive" nope, instead of even hearing anything like that no one ever taught me a thing and I pretty much turned into a feral child who grew up in civilization. School was just as bad as my home. When the other kids were learning how to socialize and have fun all I was trying to do was avoid making anyone mad at me. This seriously backfired for my entire childhood because someone that introspective is bound to inflict narcissistic injuries on insecure people around them. Teachers and students alike scorned me because I didn't fit in. Looking back now I can tell even adult teachers had their feelings hurt because when they would try and talk to me I wouldn't respond to them with the facial expressions that display emotion which is how people connect. I was a victim of the common misconception that if someone doesnt fit in they must be choosing not to, and negative reinforcement will surely teach them a lesson so they learn to kiss people's asses better. Well I know from training dogs that negative reinforcement doesnt teach anything if you don't connect it to the behavior you are trying to train away. I never understood why EVERYONE at school seemed to hate me, all I know is they did. Teachers made fun of me in front of other kids, I even had a couple that physically abused me. One guy about twice my size pinned me to a wall by my neck so I couldn't breath to teach me not to be violent after I pushed a kid who was much larger than me who wouldnt stop making fun of me.
I know there is some friction on this site with people identifying themselves as having ptsd or Cptsd and I really don't even care. I think what I have goes beyond either one, although I definitely have ptsd as well. I've been to plenty of therapy and while it has helped me I have come to the conclusion that modern psychology really has no understanding of the majority of my issues and probably will not within my lifetime. After spending thousands of dollars on my latest therapist I recently stopped seeing him because I realized that while hes not bad at his job he has also not really taught me a whole lot, like my entire life, I've pretty much figured it out on my own. I've never had a mentor, I've never had any positive role models, no one has ever reached out to me to try and help me, nothing. I used to get so hung up on the injustice of it all because I am really a great person who has an immense capacity to love and care about others and does not like hurting others at all, but I watch my spiteful petty cruel people manage to find love and seemingly happiness while I languish alone.
I'm 27 now. Still no career, still never had a close friend or a girlfriend. I've always clung to hope that my life would get better and in many ways it has, I have made a lot of progress, but I am very sick of being alone. Some of this I blame on my fear and anxiety, if I could make more efforts to be sociable I might make some real friends, but at the same time it is very hard as people tend to think I am strange. I have overheard comments about me my whole life, people are so ignorant, despite the fact that most truly horrible people, psychopaths and such, like my brother, are somewhat charming on the surface and make friends easily, people often don't know what to make of me and assume I must not have a heart or a soul and must be a horrible person, just because they get the feeling I am a bit different.
I've done a lot of reading on this site and I am confident that even most people with ptsd whos trauma began just after birth and do not remember being normal before it won't understand me. I've given up on trying to get people to understand me. I don't need or want that, I just am sick of being alone.
This is already fairly long. I know lots of people come on this site and rant and rave and ramble just looking for comfort or validation, I'm not even sure what I'm looking for here, but there it is.