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The journey begins ... or continues ... articulating the rollercoaster that is my life

Thank you @Sietz and @ladee
Working through the stuff, ugh ugh ugh

I suffered a lot, being stuck with, no support, a disabled child, many others and continual abuse and isolation and being trapped.

My disabled child is now a young adult, access to on-going services has only happened later in life for him, as my, much older, ex wouldn't even acknowledge his disability and developmental delays.


My son ended up psychotically ill and someone told me "the most mentally ill person they had ever seen" . This was after I was forced out of the family home due to escalating abuse and serious physical and whole-being breakdown.

I could only help my son after his father's abuse got so bad and his drug oriented lifestyle got my son so ill, that his Dad washed his hands of him and dropped him off (without even communicating with me, mind you) at my ghetto social housing unit when I wasn't even home. One of my sons texted me, I was at uni and had to walk many k's home to find my florid son in a neighbor's house.

As soon as I got my son a little stabilized, his father sent my daughter to collect him. So, of course, he got very psychotically ill again and, thankfully, Community Mental Health responded to my call and home visited my son at his father's.
2 years later and, thankfully, due my actions when I had access to my son and a package of funding from gov disability, I was able to organize a wonderful day program service for him, which, although I wouldn't have been able to get him there, without my best, very tall and amazing male friend helping; he started to have a chance at becoming well and supported.

I still suffer from "moral injury" because my son is still far from his goals or maturity, and stability has been dependant on keeping him away from his father's, as much as possible.I kind of blame myself as I was stuck, unable to get away from his father for so many years, without losing my family.

He has suffered so much. Being the target of so much gaslighting, scapegoating, and criminal level neglect from his Dad. Being drugged (like me) and that destroying his sanity and ability to be stable, thanks to his father. Since he was born, he had terrible survival struggles and failure to thrive and traumas and neglect. I fought for him, but was so limited in my ability to get anywhere for him, because his father had too much power to shut me down, gaslight me and abuse me too, only being able to gain any sway after leaving, while having to tortuously wait for things to get bad enough to get services to help.

I rang every possible organization, went to court, went to the police, no one would help until my son was so f*cked up he became too much trouble for his Dad. And whenever I would get him well again, his Dad would take him off me again.
See, because my ex knows my children mean more to me than just about anything, he has been able to mentally torture me by keeping them from me, abusing them and brainwashing them and encouraging an addictive, disempowering lifestyle where he is the cult leader.
Parental alienation a very real and very cruel form of child and ex spouse abuse.
 
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16 year old self; there are still parts stuck. So much trauma that year.
My mum didn't want me anywhere near her..

I had ended up in a adolescent centre/ private hospital,
I'm so grateful to my Dad, for having me admitted at the end of my 15th year.
I was in a bad way. Extreme social withdrawal, hiding in the cupboards, ED, self harm, deep, deep, depression, sleeping about 14 hours a day, wagging school; really, really unwell.
 
It's part of my pattern.too, I start feeling a little better, can.be more "normal" , do more normal stuff and then ... I start the self doubt and self deprecation.
I'm a fake, I'm fine, I'm just a weakling, see, I'm feeling better, I don't really have PTSD I'm just a giant wuss, there are people who went through genuine bad stuff and have real problems on this site, not me, I'm an.imposter etc etc etc.

Ok - we both know I'm a bit twisted.... But I almost snorted coffee out of my nose when I read this because it made me laugh. This is SO ME!!!! the minute I make event the smallest amount of progress this is EXACTLY what runs through my head. Word for word. Wow. Just wow. I am so sorry you think this way too ---- but we WILL make it through this! We will beat our brains into submission and make them stop saying this crap to us. We can join forces - since now we know we aren't alone in this messed up thinking....:hug::hug:
 
Hugs to you!
Nightmares suck.

I'm always amazed at the level of compassion showed by you and the others...
Yes! I prescribe it to others often enough!
I'm doing better with it most of the time.

I think, giving compassion to others is much easier for me.
Serving others and considering their feelings has been ingrained into me, from small. Appease others and survive, is what I learnt.
A set up, by narcissists.
It's a tough pattern to shift.
In my nightmare, I didn't stop a man blowing up a house with my disabled son in it.
The horror, guilt and shame flooded me.
I thought to myself, why didn't I stop him? I didn't even try to stop him, when I realized my son was in there. What a sense of failure and guilt! I guess it's very telling of what kind of "moral injury" I'm dealing with here.
 
Hugs to you. Practice keep those self abusive thoughts away. None of this was your fault. You tried yo...
I know right!?!?
It's a mean trick my brain latched on to, to give me a false sense of power. By being responsible and "guilty" and deserving of such treatment, I could attibute more virtue, on to my abusers. And, I could lie to myself that I wasn't powerless. Coz powerlessness is the most terrifying.
 
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So following on from that ...
I did get a visit from one of these old "friends" last night. We've (not "us", the village we live in) just had a very busy weekend, a "festival" of sorts, which is the only reason she dropped in.
It was very gruelling. I held my own though and maintained compassion, boundaries and didn't give too much of myself away.
Although it was nerve wracking and not in the least enjoyable, I maintained myself. So yay ! I'm
 

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