GrokkingAmbivert
Bronze Member
I had my first flashback last weekend after hearing the news about the Adrian Peterson case.
My parents were physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Also neglectful. They were big into humiliation. They carried punishment tools on key chains, pockets and purses so everyone knew I was "the bad kid who needed to be punished." But to everyone else's parents, I was shy, sweet and well behaved.
I am in my mid 20s and have two brothers who are over a decade younger then I. One of them has aspergers and so does my father. My brother who doesn't have aspergers is by far the "good one they are thankful for." My brother with aspergers is treated far better then I was, but I do believe that verbal and emotional abuse is used on him.
My father is a neurologist and my mother was a lawyer until she realized she could just be a stay at home mom. My mother has always had me in therapy, but I was never allowed to go by myself. She was always with me in the room. And she always told doctors that I was bipolar, schizophrenic, depressed or psychotic. Pills never worked... Now I know that it's because I never had anything wrong with me other then being abused.
I work for my father. He deals with PTSD patients all the time. I haven't worked this week because I have been scared to see my parents. I texted them and said my two doctors diagnosed me with PTSD this week. I didn't tell them what the PTSD is from. I truly believe that they don't know it was due to their abuse. But neither of them said anything. No response at all.
In my head I think I still believe there is hope of a relationship. I want an apology. I want to forgive them. I am angry but I do pity them as well. They were the cause of 26 years of pain, depression, anxiety, relationship issues, severely low self esteem and hopelessness.
The PTSD is so new to me. I am suppose to grieve my childhood. How do you grieve something you never had? I don't know what a normal childhood is suppose to be like. I want to get better and live my new life, but I'm overwhelmed with feelings and confusion. I feel like I'm on a new planet. I have relief and hope again, but I don't know how to stop thinking about everything & just live my life. I can't study, eat or sleep. How do I act or say when I see them? How long does it take to grieve? My therapist explained the stages of grief. How can I go through the "bargaining" stage when I know it happened? When do I get a mental break from memories? I know I should discuss it to accept it, but I don't trust people easily. I have very few friends. I don't think I remember everything. Will I ever? I just want this emotional tornado to stop.
Ps - I hope Adrian Peterson goes to jail. The media is trying to excuse his abuse, but there is no excuse.
My parents were physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Also neglectful. They were big into humiliation. They carried punishment tools on key chains, pockets and purses so everyone knew I was "the bad kid who needed to be punished." But to everyone else's parents, I was shy, sweet and well behaved.
I am in my mid 20s and have two brothers who are over a decade younger then I. One of them has aspergers and so does my father. My brother who doesn't have aspergers is by far the "good one they are thankful for." My brother with aspergers is treated far better then I was, but I do believe that verbal and emotional abuse is used on him.
My father is a neurologist and my mother was a lawyer until she realized she could just be a stay at home mom. My mother has always had me in therapy, but I was never allowed to go by myself. She was always with me in the room. And she always told doctors that I was bipolar, schizophrenic, depressed or psychotic. Pills never worked... Now I know that it's because I never had anything wrong with me other then being abused.
I work for my father. He deals with PTSD patients all the time. I haven't worked this week because I have been scared to see my parents. I texted them and said my two doctors diagnosed me with PTSD this week. I didn't tell them what the PTSD is from. I truly believe that they don't know it was due to their abuse. But neither of them said anything. No response at all.
In my head I think I still believe there is hope of a relationship. I want an apology. I want to forgive them. I am angry but I do pity them as well. They were the cause of 26 years of pain, depression, anxiety, relationship issues, severely low self esteem and hopelessness.
The PTSD is so new to me. I am suppose to grieve my childhood. How do you grieve something you never had? I don't know what a normal childhood is suppose to be like. I want to get better and live my new life, but I'm overwhelmed with feelings and confusion. I feel like I'm on a new planet. I have relief and hope again, but I don't know how to stop thinking about everything & just live my life. I can't study, eat or sleep. How do I act or say when I see them? How long does it take to grieve? My therapist explained the stages of grief. How can I go through the "bargaining" stage when I know it happened? When do I get a mental break from memories? I know I should discuss it to accept it, but I don't trust people easily. I have very few friends. I don't think I remember everything. Will I ever? I just want this emotional tornado to stop.
Ps - I hope Adrian Peterson goes to jail. The media is trying to excuse his abuse, but there is no excuse.