Eleanor
Diamond Member
If I could go back and tell myself something, and have myself believe it, it would be this: You are NOT FINE. (In my family we were always fine.) Even if other people who should care about you don't (or don't seem to) YOU can care about you. You are NOT an adult yet. The things that are a struggle for you are not a struggle for other people, and what that means is that you have something to learn and to learn to do. It is ok to feel negative feelings, they give you information that is IMPORTANT (and may need to be acted on) and you haven't been taught how to do that. You need help. Find a good person to help. If I could import resources; learn about emotional neglect. Pay attention to your difficulties with self-care. Pay attention to the places you struggle and others don't seem to. Learn about ADD. Practice new ways of thinking. Feel your feelings. Listen to what they have to tell you. Notice that your parents are limited in important ways. THAT is not you, that is THEM, and NO they are not "fine."
Then I would get myself to a good counsellor I connected with. In my case, it was all about emotional neglect, not trauma per se. I was surrounded by good people. I was in a situation with way more resources than most. But I thought I was "fine." No one worried about emotional or social development then. The fact that I dreaded going to school? Normal. The fact that I only ever had one or two friends? Normal. The fact that I vastly preferred living in books? That made me a "reader" and that was GOOD! The fact that I never complained? Again, that was good. The fact that I never asked for advice or help? I was "mature." The fact that I would get lost in math? Again, a super thing. The fact that I was kind of scatterbrained? I got A's so who cared? The fact that I couldn't (Could Not) keep my room clean or my stuff organized? Annoying, but normal.
Then I would get myself to a good counsellor I connected with. In my case, it was all about emotional neglect, not trauma per se. I was surrounded by good people. I was in a situation with way more resources than most. But I thought I was "fine." No one worried about emotional or social development then. The fact that I dreaded going to school? Normal. The fact that I only ever had one or two friends? Normal. The fact that I vastly preferred living in books? That made me a "reader" and that was GOOD! The fact that I never complained? Again, that was good. The fact that I never asked for advice or help? I was "mature." The fact that I would get lost in math? Again, a super thing. The fact that I was kind of scatterbrained? I got A's so who cared? The fact that I couldn't (Could Not) keep my room clean or my stuff organized? Annoying, but normal.