As long as i can remember my father has always insulted me.
I can look back and remember the rigirous process i would go through for getting ready for high school every morning. Finally i would finish and feel confident enough to start to head towards the front door to head to school, but i was almost always followed by my father shouting something behind me such as "aren't you going to brush or do anything with that hair"? This always hurt like a bitch because I had curly ringlettes (which i've always hated) that I would mostly always straighten to try and "fit in", but on the odd occasion when i tried to accept myself for who i was or I just didnt have time, he would always make sure that i knew that he noticed.
10 years or so later i suffer from borderline personality disorder, anxiety, panic attacks, and depression.
Everyday of my life seems to be an on-going stuggle, so recently i decided to email my mother and confront her on the effects that my childhood has had on me into my adult life.
She never replied to the email. At all.
I even made mention for the firt time ever to my parents about a very serious suicide attempt i went through with..
She always does this. She tries to pretend that nothing ever happend. And this greatly angers me.
At times (majority) I seem to have the most anger towards her because she never once told my father to stop bullying both myself and my brother.
Yet, despite all this im stuck in a cycle of abuse i can't seem to break whatsoever! I still work for my father (big mistake) and regularily accept my parents dinner invites (bigger mistake).
I've honestly been emotionally abused for so long that i almost feel a sense of disconnection from everyone and everything else.
I almost have no idea what a "normal" and healthy relationship should feel like.
Can anybody relate to any of this?