Hello there!
I wasn't sure where put this thread but I thought it would fit quite well here.
I've been wondering about things that happened in my childhood for quite a long time but I kept brushing it off since I know that there a million people who have experienced far worse things as children than I ever did. Anyway, I lately figured that no matter how marginal and harmless those things might seem to some people, I wouldn't get past them without some kind of confrontation. I haven't been living home for about a year now(I'm 19) but those memories still nag at me. So, I think it might beabout time to try and do something.
So, now I'm looking for some kind of help, advice or encouragement on how to keep progressing with this topic.
First, I'll give you a short summary of what my story is:
Basically, there are two parts to my story. The first one reaches very far back to a time when I was probably around 4-7. I have very little memories of those years, I do not even remember my first day at school, but there's this dream that keeps coming back to me. It is about my father taking me by my shoulders, shaking me hard and pushing me all the way backwards through our bathroom until he couldn't push me any further. Then he left, locked the door and turned out the light. Outside, I could hear my mother yelling at him that he couldn't do this to me and had to get me out of there asap and apologize. Then a couple of minutes later he would come in, let me out and say that he didn't want to harm me.
I have no idea whether or not this really happened or if it's just a dream. But it keeps and keeps coming back to me. I know that there's probably no other way to find out than asking my father himself but I feel so bad for hurting him like this. After all, I don't know if it's true. It could very well be as there have been other incidents from when I was older where he locked my door so I couldn't get out, made me study until I got everything right before I would get something to eat.
But I cannot say that I remember that I was hurt very much by it at that time, it's only now that I feel that somewhere deep down, it hurts. And it nags at me that I can't seem to allow myself to be hurt by it, because so many, so much worse things could have happened to me and I should probably rather be grateful for the relatively nice childhood that I had.
Second part of my story is about the relationship of my mother and my father. Since I can remember they have been fighting. While they certainly both of them were responsible for the fights to start(at least for the majority of times), they almost always ended up the same. My father started yelling at my mother, threw bad words at her and left the room, slamming the door. She was always the one who ran after him, trying to convince him to stay, talk to her and solve the problem, but he wouldn’t talk to her until he thought that “the time was right”. Although he never physically hurt her, I know she’s been hurt so badly mentally. I remember the days when she sat there crying, when she told me how she wondered why she always continued in this relationship, when she asked me what I thought about my father’s behaviour and if I thought that she should stay(or other times she just said she would leave and never come back again), how she was still remembering her “true love” and how afraid she was of being alone. In the end, she always stayed. Though my father once was determined to leave but then didn’t do so, because he didn’t have the money.
Besides all of this, there were so many good days, so many nice things my father and my mother did with me, so many things I couldn’t have done without them.
So basically there’s three things I can’t seem to deal with:
1. the situation and the memories themselves, as I feel that somewhere deep down they have thrown me off, my ability to trust people that they won’t hurt me purposely
2. the ability to allow myself to feel hurt because I know there are so many worse things that could have been
3. the memories of the good days make me think that I should just focus on those and convince myself that the rest just wasn’t as harmful as I think
This has become quite a long post, but I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks for taking some time and reading it. I very much appreciate any thoughts, advices or encouragement.
- Aglaya