I'm back in a differnet country visiting my family.
My T and I worked on stuff for this trip for the last 2 months. And she wanted me to consider discussing the CSA with my mum. She wasn't around when it happened. And we never talked to her about stuff that happened at my fathers house. Mostly from shame. None of my family knows I have PTSD. I agreed to be open to discussing it with some of them if I felt comfortable. The worst abuser (my dad) isn't here so I thought it would be okay. I was so naive.
Day 1 they had a breakfast conversation about how people today are too sensitive about physical punishment of children. And my grandpa (who until now was heavenly to me) said he didn't see any issues with hitting or belting children. And my mum and him reminisced about having to pick what belt was used. My mum said that its only abuse if the bruises last for more than 3 days. And they all agreed that people can't get PTSD from childhood beatings and its all a load of crap. I was so floored I couldn't say anything.
I know my PTSD is more about the CSA but the verbal and physical stuff like being hit, beaten and choked all made things worse.
It's day 5. Sinc then they've made tons of racist comments. Said that most homeless people choose to be homeless. That poor people are lazy and leaches on the government. They are very white republican middle class and like George W. Bush if that gives any context.
My grandmother has said she thinks everyone with mental health diagnoses should be mandatory to take meds or arrested.
Feeling very naive and stupid. How could I have ever thought about telling any of them? Why after all this do I still feel like I can't cut them off? I find myself staring at other family's on holiday and being jealous of children who appear to be happy. Or my cute nephews who are very much mommas boys and wishing I had that. Writing this I feel like I'm not as okay as I thought or as far into healing as I thought either. I'm also sad that I feel like I have questions that will never be answered or asked of my siblings. But mostly it just feels obvious as the nose on my face how stupid I have been. I can't say anything now because I know it will get minimised, denied and brushed aside and I can't handle that right now. I really can't.
I don't know what I need from this post. Maybe I want a hug. Or advice. Or a duh that was stupid but its okay. Or just a space to write it out. Or agreement. Or disagreement. Or maybe all of these. So um I guess just whatever you think is helpful.
Gah what is wrong with me? I've written this whole post out but am hesitating to post it because people might look badly on my family. Why do I want to protect them? They didn't protect me. Everything I've said is honest. So just push the damn button already.
My T and I worked on stuff for this trip for the last 2 months. And she wanted me to consider discussing the CSA with my mum. She wasn't around when it happened. And we never talked to her about stuff that happened at my fathers house. Mostly from shame. None of my family knows I have PTSD. I agreed to be open to discussing it with some of them if I felt comfortable. The worst abuser (my dad) isn't here so I thought it would be okay. I was so naive.
Day 1 they had a breakfast conversation about how people today are too sensitive about physical punishment of children. And my grandpa (who until now was heavenly to me) said he didn't see any issues with hitting or belting children. And my mum and him reminisced about having to pick what belt was used. My mum said that its only abuse if the bruises last for more than 3 days. And they all agreed that people can't get PTSD from childhood beatings and its all a load of crap. I was so floored I couldn't say anything.
I know my PTSD is more about the CSA but the verbal and physical stuff like being hit, beaten and choked all made things worse.
It's day 5. Sinc then they've made tons of racist comments. Said that most homeless people choose to be homeless. That poor people are lazy and leaches on the government. They are very white republican middle class and like George W. Bush if that gives any context.
My grandmother has said she thinks everyone with mental health diagnoses should be mandatory to take meds or arrested.
Feeling very naive and stupid. How could I have ever thought about telling any of them? Why after all this do I still feel like I can't cut them off? I find myself staring at other family's on holiday and being jealous of children who appear to be happy. Or my cute nephews who are very much mommas boys and wishing I had that. Writing this I feel like I'm not as okay as I thought or as far into healing as I thought either. I'm also sad that I feel like I have questions that will never be answered or asked of my siblings. But mostly it just feels obvious as the nose on my face how stupid I have been. I can't say anything now because I know it will get minimised, denied and brushed aside and I can't handle that right now. I really can't.
I don't know what I need from this post. Maybe I want a hug. Or advice. Or a duh that was stupid but its okay. Or just a space to write it out. Or agreement. Or disagreement. Or maybe all of these. So um I guess just whatever you think is helpful.
Gah what is wrong with me? I've written this whole post out but am hesitating to post it because people might look badly on my family. Why do I want to protect them? They didn't protect me. Everything I've said is honest. So just push the damn button already.