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@Simply Simon I guess the reason it matters whether they're biological or not is because I'd much prefer to know that the man who raped me from a young age was not related to me. That my mother who knowingly allowed it, really had no maternal connection to me. That my brother who also raped me isn't quite as connected to me as I thought.
I feel like I was sold out all my life. Sold for sex, forced to work jobs at a young age. And God knows why I ended up in the dysfunctional mess of a family I did. I know life is complicated. For everyone.
I can't approach my parents as they just abuse me more anytime I try to talk to them. They still tell me how I'm to blame for everything, for my brother's suicide etc. Being near them is too toxic to bear. They may have been the ones who raised me. But I believe I was raised alone because I had a core resilience that just about saw me out the other side of it. They'll never be family in any sense of the word. And I'm pretty sure the feelings are mutual.
It still doesn't stop the yearning for what I'll never have.
I do want to learn to develop and embrace my own identity. But having ptsd means that I find it really difficult to do the things I enjoy or that I'm good at. Sometimes I just feel like I'm on autopilot - I go to work, try to eat and get some sleep, be a mum and partner, meet people to save face. On the outside it looks good. But inside I'm not living at all. And not even knowing who I am or who I want to be, leads me back to feeling like giving up.
Uugh sorry to sound so depressing. I honestly don't even know how to feel about it. Disappointed is about the only word I can use to describe it. I feel quite numb and disconnected from it actually. Maybe that's the lack of sleep. Maybe it's the utter confusion of it all.
I'm probably best off keeping it simple and just putting a lid on it. Talking to my T won't change any of it or even help me to understand it anymore.
I feel like I was sold out all my life. Sold for sex, forced to work jobs at a young age. And God knows why I ended up in the dysfunctional mess of a family I did. I know life is complicated. For everyone.
I can't approach my parents as they just abuse me more anytime I try to talk to them. They still tell me how I'm to blame for everything, for my brother's suicide etc. Being near them is too toxic to bear. They may have been the ones who raised me. But I believe I was raised alone because I had a core resilience that just about saw me out the other side of it. They'll never be family in any sense of the word. And I'm pretty sure the feelings are mutual.
It still doesn't stop the yearning for what I'll never have.
I do want to learn to develop and embrace my own identity. But having ptsd means that I find it really difficult to do the things I enjoy or that I'm good at. Sometimes I just feel like I'm on autopilot - I go to work, try to eat and get some sleep, be a mum and partner, meet people to save face. On the outside it looks good. But inside I'm not living at all. And not even knowing who I am or who I want to be, leads me back to feeling like giving up.
Uugh sorry to sound so depressing. I honestly don't even know how to feel about it. Disappointed is about the only word I can use to describe it. I feel quite numb and disconnected from it actually. Maybe that's the lack of sleep. Maybe it's the utter confusion of it all.
I'm probably best off keeping it simple and just putting a lid on it. Talking to my T won't change any of it or even help me to understand it anymore.