11-10-2016, 05:26 PM
Hi! I would like to share my story with the hopes of finding understanding and empathy. I was born to a "normal" family that behind the scenes is not that normal. The truth is that I struggle with depression and even suicidal thoughts since I was about 8 years old. I am 24 now.
Now that I am an adult, I don't think my parents do no love me. However, as I was growing up they were very tough on me and said things that no child should ever heard from his parents. Those hurtful words made me think that I was not loved and that I should have died instead of my sister (mom had a miscarriage). I remember till today how my dad once said to me that he didn't care if I was dying, that he only wanted me to finish my homework. I was in 3rd or 4th grade and had a headache and due to that I wanted to go to bed early and not work on my homework. Those words were accompanied by a physical aggression. Mom stood there and did nothing.
They both consciously and unconsciously display a degree of favoritism towards my sister. They constantly reminded me how a better daughter she was because of her better grades and I was punised for my misdeeds and hers as well, because "[I am] the eldest." Dad didn't want to go to my college graduation. Instead, he wanted us to celebrate such accomplishment at my sister's place so that they would be able to see her and vacation in the beatiful Florida beaches. Mom wants to spend Christmas there knowing that I can't go.
When my uncle passed away about 10 years ago, I again had the same thought: I should've died instead. At the time I said that it would've been less painful and that I don't want to live.
The insecurities I developed at home were intensified at school. I suffered from bullying all the way to high school. I didn't trust anyone, particularly boys, and that make my schoolmates to think I was weird. I believe that was because of all the pain my dad inflicted on me. I did not have problems in interacting with girls, not because my mom didn't inflict pain on me but because I saw a maternal and relief figure in my grandma. When I was with her, I felt like safe.
My lack of trust in people prevented me from developing more-than-friends relationships. I have loved people before, but none of them have loved me back. It seems as if they can't find reasons to love me (I posted about my most recent "loved one").
Up until a week ago, I would feel heartbroken, useless and worthless almost every day. But starting last week, I just don't feel anything. I don't cry anymore. I don't feel sad anymore. I feel as if my emotions were "switched off." Pain is gone, yes, but I try to imagine where I will be in one, five, 10 or 20 years from now and I see nothing. I don't feel pain anymore but I don't feel motivated either.
Now that I am an adult, I don't think my parents do no love me. However, as I was growing up they were very tough on me and said things that no child should ever heard from his parents. Those hurtful words made me think that I was not loved and that I should have died instead of my sister (mom had a miscarriage). I remember till today how my dad once said to me that he didn't care if I was dying, that he only wanted me to finish my homework. I was in 3rd or 4th grade and had a headache and due to that I wanted to go to bed early and not work on my homework. Those words were accompanied by a physical aggression. Mom stood there and did nothing.
They both consciously and unconsciously display a degree of favoritism towards my sister. They constantly reminded me how a better daughter she was because of her better grades and I was punised for my misdeeds and hers as well, because "[I am] the eldest." Dad didn't want to go to my college graduation. Instead, he wanted us to celebrate such accomplishment at my sister's place so that they would be able to see her and vacation in the beatiful Florida beaches. Mom wants to spend Christmas there knowing that I can't go.
When my uncle passed away about 10 years ago, I again had the same thought: I should've died instead. At the time I said that it would've been less painful and that I don't want to live.
The insecurities I developed at home were intensified at school. I suffered from bullying all the way to high school. I didn't trust anyone, particularly boys, and that make my schoolmates to think I was weird. I believe that was because of all the pain my dad inflicted on me. I did not have problems in interacting with girls, not because my mom didn't inflict pain on me but because I saw a maternal and relief figure in my grandma. When I was with her, I felt like safe.
My lack of trust in people prevented me from developing more-than-friends relationships. I have loved people before, but none of them have loved me back. It seems as if they can't find reasons to love me (I posted about my most recent "loved one").
Up until a week ago, I would feel heartbroken, useless and worthless almost every day. But starting last week, I just don't feel anything. I don't cry anymore. I don't feel sad anymore. I feel as if my emotions were "switched off." Pain is gone, yes, but I try to imagine where I will be in one, five, 10 or 20 years from now and I see nothing. I don't feel pain anymore but I don't feel motivated either.