idkandidcCasual Contributor
My story
Hi, I am kinda new to this so I don't know exactly how this works but I am going to give it a go!
So basically my story does not really have a beginning, as far as I know it has been a constant thing with major events occurring within but to start this off I will start with home. My parents have had a complicated relationship for as long as I can remember. My mum does not believe in healthcare professionals, she believes they all exist to take money away from you and that mental health issues are just made up things to get attention. Now I want to stress I do not believe this at all but living in a household run completely by my super controlling mum who has emotional and physical outbursts everyday was and is difficult. So if I were to have a different opinion to hers, she would be emotionally and physically abusive to me until I caved and said that she was correct. As my siblings and I grew older her ability to control us slowly disappeared until she realised that she could control our dad and used him to control us. We had the police show up a number of times due to some of the fights they had. The biggest one of all though, was the day that changed everything. My mum had lost it just like normal though this time it was twice as bad and mum lost control over the fight and was slowly realising she had been wrong so instead of backing down she then escalated. I was 15 at this point and I was absolutely terrified as this was the first time they faught since my older brother moved out and I was now the oldest. So I had asked a friend to call the police, they came and took my mum to the hospital but I was unaware of this. I went to school pretending all was fine until I get a text from my mum saying I sent her to jail (she did not know that I asked a friend to call the police). Because I didn't know she had gone to the hospital I truely believed I sent her to jail so this was my first ever panic attack and after it was over I was not okay. I had confided in a friend who was like a brother to me. I was numb, I wasn't angry, sad or frustrated. I was just nothing, I just existed, walking around like a zombie. That night the guy I had confided in (21yr old) took advantage of me. I didn't tell anyone for over 6 months because he told me it was my fault but it had been eating me alive. I told my school psychologist who told my parents and they acted so worried in front of her but as soon as we got in the car they said 'how could you do this? How could you do this to us? Do you care about us at all?'. Anyways they got the guy and he was charged but that wasn't the end of it. For the next 2 years every friend I had then blamed me for it, called me names and told me I deserved it and everything coming. After all this I had developed anxiety but only brought on by a couple of things. Mum found out I was still seeing the psychologist and yelled at me and called me names until I folded and said I wouldn't see her again.
Now 4 years after last seeing the psychologist and I cannot even walk into a shopping centre without getting anxious and fidgeting with my fingers to try and calm myself. If anyone gets too closed I start freaking out and I walk faster to get out of the situation. If anyone yells at me or criticises anything I do or say I break down into tears even when I know they mean well or that I asked for the constructive criticism, I will still cry and will not be able to stop until they have left. I have anxiety attacks about once every 2 weeks and with the virus it has been more frequent. Even though I am 20, I still live with mum because every time I try to move out she bullies me into staying and explains how I will never survive on my own. My dad has now started fly in fly out so most weeks he is not home which means that when mum has her episodes I get the hit of it. Last time we faught she knew she couldn't hold me back as I have the right to leave at anytime but she wanted to remain in control so she did everything in her power including physical abuse to keep me in the house. I slept at my brothers that night and she apologised the next day and I took all the blame for it. I don't think I can forgive her but I had to let her think I did because my younger sister is still at home and she deserves a life without all of that. She is smart, beautiful and hopeful and I want her to be able to be herself and not have anything hold her back. My life was thrown in the trash years ago so mine is not as valuable as hers. I need to protect her.
I don't know if I am doing the right thing, but I do know that as soon as a professional gets involved that will make my mum three times as bad plus I would have to deal with my dad too. But once my sister turns 18 and moves out then I can happily move out and try and live my life as normal as possible and try and forget.