Hi there everyone. I guess I'll tell you my story...
I've tried forums before but whenever I start opening up even a little I get embarassed and I leave! I've been in denial about my PTSD until recently and it doesn't help that I don't have an "official" diagnosis (does that mean I'm not allowed on this forum?). I've spoken to a number of counselors and social workers and all of them have mentioned PTSD and I just wave it off and stop seeing them before they can "diagnose" me. I wasn't in battle or raped or anything, so I couldn't possibly have PTSD, right?
Anyway, I come from a troubled, dysfunctional, yet sincerely loving family, which makes it very difficult to admit to the severe childhood abuse. They truly did the very best they could given the circumstances. My mom has serious emotional problems caused by all kinds of abuse from her adopted mother, ex-spouses, etc. I suspect she's bi-polar but she'll never see anyone, therefore we will never truly know for sure! She's emotional and unpredictable but she means well. My dad was also abused as a child but he turned to alcohol and anger as his coping mechanism. Luckily he's since reformed. Thank the stars these two crazies found each other. :)
I was the only kid of 6 who was physically and verbally abused as a child. Well, that I'm aware of. Chances are that none of my siblings know what I went through. I was the only one who would not run and hide when my parents fought (the really bad kind of fighting: bruises, broken furniture, throwing dishes, the works). I always wanted to "fix" everything. My mom would dump her problems on me even when I was very young, sometimes keeping me up at night crying to me like I was her therapist. On her really bad days she would take out all her frustration on me the way someone would a dog. I was forced to be the glue keeping my parents together. I had to keep my mom emotionally stable, at risk to myself. They're fine now, but I'm not.
We were very poor growing up so I was used to going without a lot of things. My parents worked very hard and now live a life that would surprise, based on my last two paragraphs. They're truly good people and they have made a concerted effort to become better people and parents. I truly carry this burden alone, even though my husband knows about it. I don't bring things up because I don't want them to feel guilty for screwing me up emotionally. My mom struggles emotionally enough as it is, I don't want to add to it. I don't want to tell other people because they'll think poorly of them.
So there's the basic story. Sorry I got a bit carried away! Obviously there's more to it than that but I don't want to write a novel. :)
I've tried forums before but whenever I start opening up even a little I get embarassed and I leave! I've been in denial about my PTSD until recently and it doesn't help that I don't have an "official" diagnosis (does that mean I'm not allowed on this forum?). I've spoken to a number of counselors and social workers and all of them have mentioned PTSD and I just wave it off and stop seeing them before they can "diagnose" me. I wasn't in battle or raped or anything, so I couldn't possibly have PTSD, right?
Anyway, I come from a troubled, dysfunctional, yet sincerely loving family, which makes it very difficult to admit to the severe childhood abuse. They truly did the very best they could given the circumstances. My mom has serious emotional problems caused by all kinds of abuse from her adopted mother, ex-spouses, etc. I suspect she's bi-polar but she'll never see anyone, therefore we will never truly know for sure! She's emotional and unpredictable but she means well. My dad was also abused as a child but he turned to alcohol and anger as his coping mechanism. Luckily he's since reformed. Thank the stars these two crazies found each other. :)
I was the only kid of 6 who was physically and verbally abused as a child. Well, that I'm aware of. Chances are that none of my siblings know what I went through. I was the only one who would not run and hide when my parents fought (the really bad kind of fighting: bruises, broken furniture, throwing dishes, the works). I always wanted to "fix" everything. My mom would dump her problems on me even when I was very young, sometimes keeping me up at night crying to me like I was her therapist. On her really bad days she would take out all her frustration on me the way someone would a dog. I was forced to be the glue keeping my parents together. I had to keep my mom emotionally stable, at risk to myself. They're fine now, but I'm not.
We were very poor growing up so I was used to going without a lot of things. My parents worked very hard and now live a life that would surprise, based on my last two paragraphs. They're truly good people and they have made a concerted effort to become better people and parents. I truly carry this burden alone, even though my husband knows about it. I don't bring things up because I don't want them to feel guilty for screwing me up emotionally. My mom struggles emotionally enough as it is, I don't want to add to it. I don't want to tell other people because they'll think poorly of them.
So there's the basic story. Sorry I got a bit carried away! Obviously there's more to it than that but I don't want to write a novel. :)