Childhood Abuse & Neglect

For all of you who are avoidants what was your childhood like?Were you happy and feel confidant about yourself? Did you have a warm loving relationship with parents? Or was their any kind of abuse and neglect that could have anything to do with why you developed this disorder.

my childhood was just kind of....sad....i didn't have any friends and i had zero confidence and nothing much has changed.....
i wasn't abused or neglected or anything like that, but i have never felt close to my family or anyone else, so i kept them all at arm's length and never had any kind of close relationship with anyone, family included....because i never had conversations with anyone, i don't even know how....it makes it impossible for me to live a normal life and it's kind of a downward spiral i think....because socially i am so useless and as i get older i feel like people expect more of me in that way, and i am still in the same place i always have been, so i don't want to even try anymore because i will be exposing my stupidity.....or something.....

My childhood was relatively happy up until I became a certain age. I was actualyl confident and felt loved at one point. Then started family problems and peer problems and it just got worse. I lost just about all conifdence and my relationships at home became severly dysfunctional. My teen years were shot to hell. I wasn't abused, although possibly verbally, I don't even know. I was neglected in a sense. Man how I wish I had a normal childhood/adolescence. I'm still psychologically stuck in those years and feel like I've never grown up.

this is a good question........did you also post this in the avoidant pd forum? I hope so.

I was happy up to about the age of eight. Over the next two years, my mother gradually turned sadistic and finally became a raving, angry, hypercritical alcoholic. The next ten years living with my family were hell—a repetitive, almost nightly hell. My father was a textbook codependent who did nothing to protect me or stop the verbal and emotional abuse. I had no brothers or sisters, not even a pet to turn to. Of course, I never told anyone about it because of the shame and my mother's menacing threats.

Here I am, 26 years later, and I still struggle with depression and isolation every single day. Thanks Mom.