Those of you who know me know I have been bouncing from one rough life
event to another for years, without really any time to take a breath in
between. I can state well enough the things that have happened to me,
but haven't had much energy to delve ...
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Those of you who know me know I have been bouncing from one rough life
event to another for years, without really any time to take a breath in
between. I can state well enough the things that have happened to me,
but haven't had much energy to delve deeply into what those things have
done to me. In the time off work since my partner had major surgery
(yup, another fun crisis), I had time to start pulling at threads, to
get a Mental Health Care Plan, see a psych and talk to a counsellor. As
much as I always knew my life has been a steaming pile of crap, the
threads I am pulling are connecting dots and giving rise to possible
clarifications of events and what has arisen in their wake. My childhood
was severely neglectful. Mostly emotionally, but also in some physical
ways. We kids didn't sleep in the (perfectly good) house, we slept in a
caravan nearby - Mum cleaned up her and Dad's bedroom and the kitchen
after the mouse plagues, but apparently our rooms weren't worth the
effort. He carries on about her "unfit" parenting, but it's not like Dad
did anything about it either. We were fed and clothed well enough. Never
a lot of attention from either of them. I don't remember a single hug
from either one during my childhood. Mum would immediately disinfect her
hands if by some chance she came to touch one of us. Some years later,
post parental divorce, Mum's settlement money ran out and we endured a
brief stint without a home, a much longer (years) stint of inadequate
food and no hot water. I actually became pretty functional after moving
out. Worked, studied, maintained a place on my own. Went through a
couple of less than healthy relationships and endured with surprising
resilience. Then came the last relationship. First two years, no major
problems. Then bam, he's unfaithful. Enter ol' Blue's depression, that's
the straw that breaks the camel's back. Damn fool remained in contact
with him and we tried again at the relationship. To be fair, he didn't
repeat that particular mistake. He tried hard to redeem himself and be a
better partner. Until the ring was on the finger. Engagement in place,
all effort fell away little by little. Dear gods did the neglect become
overwhelmingly severe. I kind of got that there was a theme, but it's
literally only now, years after breaking up with him, that I see why it
was that straw that began my depression - just how closely what he did
mirrored my parents' behaviour.