When I first started visiting this site, I thought it was just because I needed help understanding narcissism as related to x BF. I read about other people's childhood and thought mine wasn't that great, but it wasn't THAT bad. Last night, though, I was reading the thread about "not doing anger." I easily recognized that I wasn't allowed to show anger as a kid. But then, I started thinking. Not only was I not allowed to show anger, I wasn't allowed to show:
Joy, sorrow, distress, pain, anticipation, disappointment, love.
I remember getting my hair pulled at church for leaning against my dad's shoulder, told to offer up excruciating physical pain "for the sins of the world", that I talked too much, that my temperament was responsible for a physical disorder I had, and on and on. I don't remember ever, as a child, being told, "I love you." I don't remember ever being asked how I felt about something.
No wonder I have so much trouble with anger! Even now, instead of being mad about the lousy treatment I got as a kid and the devastating consequences to my life, I feel depressed, not angry.
And I truly love this parent who treated me so badly and we have a decent relationship now. Now, she tells me she loves me often and has really tried to be supportive. At one point, she apologized for how she treated me as a kid and told me I didn't deserve the treatment I got. So, I'm not bitter or dealing with continued mistreatment.
But, I think I'm really grieving for that little girl who was so hurt.
I feel myself slipping into depression and don't want to go down that road. I have too many responsibilities to become incapacitated. How does one cope when the realization that a parent really was abusive hits in full force?
Just writing that makes me feel guilty--like I'm doing something wrong saying that about a parent.
Gail