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just me here
It was just over a year ago that I was finally able to get my parents to understand that I wasn't seeking their approval anymore, and that if they continued to withhold it and threaten to withhold it they would eventually threaten to do something that they wouldn't want to have to follow through with. A year ago they threatened that they wouldn't come here anymore. And guess what? They haven't!
They are members of a cult like religion that first affected me by turning my life upside down at 11, but really affected me when I had to leave home at 14 (at the time that was legal work age, my first check payed my new roommates for the time on their couch) Now I am 50 and sadly I have made concessions all along for their weird beliefs and unending criticism of me and my family, but no more after it all came to a critical mass about a year and a half back. By the end of August they were aware that the threat to stop coming here wouldn't get the results they desired, and as I had warned them, I would enforce their threat to the degree that they laid it out.
One year and I feel great!
I was diagnosed with PTSD because of the high level of adrenaline and long term reactions to what is considered to be normal inconsequential traffic danger by most people. My history is one of serious accidents, lost friends, and a bad choice to become an EMT and witnessing death and dismemberment in some of the worst conditions imaginable. 4 therapists and 3 years later, all we ever talk about in therapy is my childhood, and most of that is the 3 years between the day my father married into this religion and the day I left home at 14. Not a word so far about the car/traffic/EMT traumas.
I want to break the silence and tell my stepmother that her efforts to force her beliefs on me and the punishments that both of them laid onto me have caused me so much pain for so long and I want to tell them how good it is to be free of the criticisms and judgmental ways of our relationship, but it would do no good, not even for me.
I have even gone to a funeral and "mixed my grief" for the loss of the person we were burying that day with the grief I feel for the loss of my parents to their beliefs.
I have given up on having a better past, I have given up on having a relationship with my parents, and I am now 1 year into the freedom that finally accepting the situation for what it is has given me!
They are members of a cult like religion that first affected me by turning my life upside down at 11, but really affected me when I had to leave home at 14 (at the time that was legal work age, my first check payed my new roommates for the time on their couch) Now I am 50 and sadly I have made concessions all along for their weird beliefs and unending criticism of me and my family, but no more after it all came to a critical mass about a year and a half back. By the end of August they were aware that the threat to stop coming here wouldn't get the results they desired, and as I had warned them, I would enforce their threat to the degree that they laid it out.
One year and I feel great!
I was diagnosed with PTSD because of the high level of adrenaline and long term reactions to what is considered to be normal inconsequential traffic danger by most people. My history is one of serious accidents, lost friends, and a bad choice to become an EMT and witnessing death and dismemberment in some of the worst conditions imaginable. 4 therapists and 3 years later, all we ever talk about in therapy is my childhood, and most of that is the 3 years between the day my father married into this religion and the day I left home at 14. Not a word so far about the car/traffic/EMT traumas.
I want to break the silence and tell my stepmother that her efforts to force her beliefs on me and the punishments that both of them laid onto me have caused me so much pain for so long and I want to tell them how good it is to be free of the criticisms and judgmental ways of our relationship, but it would do no good, not even for me.
I have even gone to a funeral and "mixed my grief" for the loss of the person we were burying that day with the grief I feel for the loss of my parents to their beliefs.
I have given up on having a better past, I have given up on having a relationship with my parents, and I am now 1 year into the freedom that finally accepting the situation for what it is has given me!