I thank my supporters constantly. I think it stems from not feeling worthy at all. It borders on apology to be honest. I am just not good at all at taking complements or being helped in any way. I don't even know how to ask really.
But I have been intensely moved by those who have stuck with me. I don't have a partner - the man I was involved with ran away, and only one of my sisters (x3) knows the whole story about what has happened to me. She is brilliant and has been deeply upset herself as the memories of child abuse have emerged - it has rewritten her childhood, too. But she has never faltered in her support and has never doubted my word. Several of my best friends, or so I thought, have distanced themselves once they heard I was ill - didn't even wait around to hear what I was experiencing. One of my sisters was the same. Her words, "you're on your own." I suspect, though she doesn't yet know about the child abuse from my father, that it might surface in her, so maybe she unconsciously sees me as a threat. So those friends who have stayed are worth their weight in gold to me and I know I would not be here without them. If you, unlike me, have someone to help you with your daily chores, you are so lucky. Nothing happens if I don't do it!
I held a small pre-Christmas party to invite a few friends and the sister who have kept me alive. They helped me make it happen and most of them had not met each other. I found it so lovely and probably got more out of it even than them, though they all said what a lovely occasion it was. It was my way of saying thank you, though I was completely unable to voice it on the day. I would have melted down and made everyone miserable!
I still do try to be there for my friends, though it is much harder. Maybe with family it is easier to take them for granted.