JCats,
I know a bit how you feel as I am struggling with this as well. I always knew my parents were unhealthily overprotective and controlling, but when I took it to my priest, he helped me realize that I’m being emotionally and verbally abused. This explains why I suffer from anxiety, depression, binge disorder, no self esteem or confidence in myself, perfectionism, social anxiety. They taught me hate everything about myself that makes me special; that I am incapable of making my own adult decisions; that I’m stubborn; that I’m a horrible daughter; that you can’t trust anyone; no one wants to hear your problems. Even when I know the correct decision, I doubt myself because my parents should have my best interest in mind, but I can’t trust their advice. I hate how I can’t just be happy, how I can’t enjoy being around other people, how I can’t stop bingeing. If I do try to go without it, I can hardly bear the pain. I hate how I know they will never acknowledge their wrongdoings and I hate that I have allowed them to control me for so long and I’ve missed out on so much.
A year ago, I tried to open up to my mom about how I feel that my dad emotionally neglected me growing up. He never talked/talks to me unless he wants to yell at me about something. She said some things I can’t repeat and just shut me down. When I opened up about my anxiety, all they could say is that I shouldn’t go to grad school. As morbid as it sounds, at this point, I grieved the loss of my parents. I knew they would just never be there for me in the way I need them. When I was in therapy, my mom pestered about what I was discussing. After a while, I realized that she didn’t actually care about my struggles, she just wanted to make sure I wasn’t saying anything about her! I feel so guilty because they’ve given me so much, but I never wanted anything material and I never asked for it. I just wanted approval and support. To know that, once, they were proud of who I
am, not for what I’ve accomplished academically (I’m an honors student).
The worst is that they act like nothing is wrong. I see them and they’re always so ‘happy’. It just feels so fake! I hate having to pretend like we are all so close, when I know they don’t truly care for my well-being. So many times I swallow my words to avoid an argument and I feel like they don’t even try at all. I am at the end of my rope and I don’t know how much more I can give. They only want my ‘love’ to fill themselves because their parents abused them so they need the love they never got. I try to have compassion for this, but they throw their past abuse in my face when I’m upset about something like it’s an excuse: “Our parents were awful, but we forgave them, so we are the best ever.”
The more I delve into uncovering my feelings, the more resentful I become. I am ashamed that I don’t even want a relationship with them, especially my father. He is just an angry man who never took an interest in me. When he isn’t yelling, he is being negative and critical of someone else or bragging about how awesome he is, just generally unpleasant to be around. Like you, I just want to move out, run away and not tell them where I am going. I am ashamed that the longer I go without contact, the happier I become.
I pray that us, and those in similar situations, may be healed from this pain and have the strength to forgive
