littlestars
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For the last few weeks, I felt like I was winning the daily battle with PTSD. I'm still doing okay, but now I'm experiencing some symptoms again... and I came to the realization lately that it wasn't just my father that had hurt me (sexual abuse & rape), but that it was my mother and two older brothers as well (emotional/mental abuse).
My father is out of my life and has been for a while, but the rest of my family remains. And I am starting to think that they shouldn't be in my life either. It's hard to deal with and it is making me slip back into a depressed episode. My mother secretly hates me for what happened to me. I know this because one time we got into a horrible fight because she said something to me that I really don't want to repeat. And my brothers could honestly careless about me. They only talk to me when they need something from me.
I'm always the one making a call or sending a message to my mother or brothers too. They don't care enough to ask how I am doing on their own. I came to this realization lately and then an incident occurred...
To make this easier for me to explain I'm going to call my oldest brother "Paul" and second oldest brother "George".
My mother called me and told me George was abusing pain medication. Paul had a heroin problem and kicked it a few years back by staying at my mom's for a couple of weeks. They (my mother and Paul) came up with a plan to house George for a week or two until he completely came out of withdrawal. And then my mother said Paul suggested that I should give them some of my medication to help "ease the process of withdrawal" for George. Mind you, a few days earlier, Paul was asking me for some of my medicine for himself to use. (I take Xanax by the way. And instead of a heroin addiction, now Paul has a drinking problem.)
I'm not going to give anyone any of my medicine because it's unethical, I need it to function properly, and that's not even how you should help someone detox or whatever.
It makes me really angry for dozens of reasons. I feel used simply by them asking me for some of my Xanax. They don't care when I have problems and don't try to help me. I can't rely on them and learned that the hard way. I also feel extremely insignificant to them. And I feel so heartbroken and depressed over this whole thing. Everything got worse after I came out with what my father had done to me too.
I was doing so well and now a lot of memories about how my family has treated me poorly are popping up in my mind. And I'm getting flashbacks of my father again. I thought I saw him a couple of times and I had a panic attack every time I thought I saw someone that either looked like him or reminded me of him. (He lives in the SouthWestern US and I live in the NorthEast, So I wouldn't see him... but I am still afraid of him. I'm paranoid he's going to stalk me and murder me, even though I know that he couldn't. He is disabled from having a stroke and can barely talk or do anything.) I realize that not only did my father not love me one bit, but the rest of my family didn't either. I feel so alienated and alone and unwanted and used - even though I didn't help them.
I actually had a few thoughts of suicide over this, after not having any for once in the last few weeks. But I don't want to do that, but I can't help but feel that way because feeling not wanted or loved for who you are really hurts.
I spoke to my therapist about it today. He said that my mother is codependent and an enabler and that my two brothers are both drug addicts. He told me not to expect them to change or to care about me because I'll just continue feeling worse. He also told me that I need a new family.
I have some pets and a fiance and a best friend. My best friend lives 1,000 miles away though. My fiance's family likes me a lot, but I don't really feel a connection with them. I don't really feel connected to anyone really except my fiance and best friend. That's something at least, I am grateful for them... but I wish I had my own parental figures in my life. Or just more people who cared.
I'm a survivor of many suicide attempts as well. I wish at least one family member would have hugged me and told me that they were happy I was still here. I just feel so worthless and cast over. It actually breaks my heart to realize this about them, but in reality, it was always this way.
I feel like I just ranted/vented and this post didn't have a point. I'm sorry if you feel like you wasted your time in reading this, but I had to get it out.
My father is out of my life and has been for a while, but the rest of my family remains. And I am starting to think that they shouldn't be in my life either. It's hard to deal with and it is making me slip back into a depressed episode. My mother secretly hates me for what happened to me. I know this because one time we got into a horrible fight because she said something to me that I really don't want to repeat. And my brothers could honestly careless about me. They only talk to me when they need something from me.
I'm always the one making a call or sending a message to my mother or brothers too. They don't care enough to ask how I am doing on their own. I came to this realization lately and then an incident occurred...
To make this easier for me to explain I'm going to call my oldest brother "Paul" and second oldest brother "George".
My mother called me and told me George was abusing pain medication. Paul had a heroin problem and kicked it a few years back by staying at my mom's for a couple of weeks. They (my mother and Paul) came up with a plan to house George for a week or two until he completely came out of withdrawal. And then my mother said Paul suggested that I should give them some of my medication to help "ease the process of withdrawal" for George. Mind you, a few days earlier, Paul was asking me for some of my medicine for himself to use. (I take Xanax by the way. And instead of a heroin addiction, now Paul has a drinking problem.)
I'm not going to give anyone any of my medicine because it's unethical, I need it to function properly, and that's not even how you should help someone detox or whatever.
It makes me really angry for dozens of reasons. I feel used simply by them asking me for some of my Xanax. They don't care when I have problems and don't try to help me. I can't rely on them and learned that the hard way. I also feel extremely insignificant to them. And I feel so heartbroken and depressed over this whole thing. Everything got worse after I came out with what my father had done to me too.
I was doing so well and now a lot of memories about how my family has treated me poorly are popping up in my mind. And I'm getting flashbacks of my father again. I thought I saw him a couple of times and I had a panic attack every time I thought I saw someone that either looked like him or reminded me of him. (He lives in the SouthWestern US and I live in the NorthEast, So I wouldn't see him... but I am still afraid of him. I'm paranoid he's going to stalk me and murder me, even though I know that he couldn't. He is disabled from having a stroke and can barely talk or do anything.) I realize that not only did my father not love me one bit, but the rest of my family didn't either. I feel so alienated and alone and unwanted and used - even though I didn't help them.
I actually had a few thoughts of suicide over this, after not having any for once in the last few weeks. But I don't want to do that, but I can't help but feel that way because feeling not wanted or loved for who you are really hurts.
I spoke to my therapist about it today. He said that my mother is codependent and an enabler and that my two brothers are both drug addicts. He told me not to expect them to change or to care about me because I'll just continue feeling worse. He also told me that I need a new family.
I have some pets and a fiance and a best friend. My best friend lives 1,000 miles away though. My fiance's family likes me a lot, but I don't really feel a connection with them. I don't really feel connected to anyone really except my fiance and best friend. That's something at least, I am grateful for them... but I wish I had my own parental figures in my life. Or just more people who cared.
I'm a survivor of many suicide attempts as well. I wish at least one family member would have hugged me and told me that they were happy I was still here. I just feel so worthless and cast over. It actually breaks my heart to realize this about them, but in reality, it was always this way.
I feel like I just ranted/vented and this post didn't have a point. I'm sorry if you feel like you wasted your time in reading this, but I had to get it out.
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