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Julie_de_Sales
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I’m in my 20’s and I always thought I had a great family and that my parents and grandparents who raised me did the best they could. I knew they weren’t perfect, but I never doubted their love for me. I wasn’t angry towards anyone, but rather grateful.This all changed 2 years ago when I had some meetings with a mentor and shared my life story with him. It was the first time I became aware that there was also a lot of abuse in my family: verbal, physical and emotional and how much it had impacted me. My struggles with depression and anxiety started to make sense.
I was very upset by this realization and wondered how I couldn’t see it beforehand. I think part of me wanted to protect the image I had initially and push down any painful memories.
Now I’m more at peace about my story but I still struggle to relate to my family members. I can’t understand how someone can be very loving and nurturing on one hand and abusive in other circumstances, especially during hard times. I know we all make mistakes, myself included, but in my mind there is a line you cannot cross when you truly care about someone.
Do you have any thoughts on this?
I was very upset by this realization and wondered how I couldn’t see it beforehand. I think part of me wanted to protect the image I had initially and push down any painful memories.
Now I’m more at peace about my story but I still struggle to relate to my family members. I can’t understand how someone can be very loving and nurturing on one hand and abusive in other circumstances, especially during hard times. I know we all make mistakes, myself included, but in my mind there is a line you cannot cross when you truly care about someone.
Do you have any thoughts on this?