Having been seeing my T for over a year now, we've delved into some stuff from my childhood that I don't ever think about. I know I was abused as a little kid by a variety of childcare workers (one after-school-care lady who used to terrify the crap out of us and occasionally locked kids in her car, a preschool worker who yelled at me to stop crying)...
But I've remembered one thing that I can't work out. I used to think my dad was trying to kill me.
Don't get me wrong, I love my father. We have a great relationship now, I work for him, and he's one of my mentors for my postgrad studies that I'm just starting. But when I was little he wasn't around much because he travelled a lot for work. I didn't really know he was my dad, he was just this man that sometimes showed up and I didn't like him much. I'd scream and cry when he tried to bathe me, to the point where my neighbor would shout from the next house "oh be quiet!!"
When I got a bit older (think like 5-8), whenever he'd put me to bed, I'd have to get up again secretly and check that he hadn't hidden anything under my bed to "get me". I was legitimately afraid that he'd hidden bombs under my bed to kill me.
I've never talked to anyone about this before. I don't know why I felt this way for a good portion of my childhood. It's not like he was ever cruel or anything. He's a lovely man. Perhaps I was scared of men in general? But I have no idea why. I don't want to start suspecting repressed memories without talking to my T but... surely this isn't normal??
But I've remembered one thing that I can't work out. I used to think my dad was trying to kill me.
Don't get me wrong, I love my father. We have a great relationship now, I work for him, and he's one of my mentors for my postgrad studies that I'm just starting. But when I was little he wasn't around much because he travelled a lot for work. I didn't really know he was my dad, he was just this man that sometimes showed up and I didn't like him much. I'd scream and cry when he tried to bathe me, to the point where my neighbor would shout from the next house "oh be quiet!!"
When I got a bit older (think like 5-8), whenever he'd put me to bed, I'd have to get up again secretly and check that he hadn't hidden anything under my bed to "get me". I was legitimately afraid that he'd hidden bombs under my bed to kill me.
I've never talked to anyone about this before. I don't know why I felt this way for a good portion of my childhood. It's not like he was ever cruel or anything. He's a lovely man. Perhaps I was scared of men in general? But I have no idea why. I don't want to start suspecting repressed memories without talking to my T but... surely this isn't normal??