by pelagia » Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:20 pm
Whybother,
Of course I only dropped a few grains of sand out here about my problems-there was a beach that I was constructing with my psychotherapists that I had in the past(not in psychotherapy now, but I know that it would help, but I just want out of here physically and do not want to start and then stop), but I did not think this was the place to do that. I wanted(and got from here-thank you!) a little emotional support that I really needed. In all honesty, I do not have any emotional support right now.
As far as red flags, I don't know exactly what you mean, but I started working in the business when I was 16, went to college at 21; during college I would work whenever I was needed, did research/had summer fellowships elsewhere, graduated, did not know/was too scared to know what to do next, came home and worked there until the end of December. I was the only one of my siblings to be involved in the business longterm(all of them have worked there at one point or another either informally or just to tide them over between jobs).
I have been thinking about other family businesses in the area, who have the second, third, x generation who are my age whose parents have stepped aside or have left the day-to-day operations to these younger people and I have thought about my situation where I had nothing, no percentage of ownership, no say in how we could do something or change something, no salary, no benefits, and I took being treated like this for years and years because I was continually told that I was "incompetent mentis," that I was "psycho," that I would never be able to even make enough money to pay the taxes on the family home, that I should have been put away years ago and I let myself be called these things and be treated like this all of my adult life because of the guilt I have felt for things I did when I was a child.
My psychologist and I had many conversations about children not being in control, not being responsible, that you have to separate your life and a child from your life as an adult, but guilt can be a horribly destructive thing.
Years ago I had a neuropsych workup and the results came back and said I had major depressive disorder and obsessive compulsive personality disorder. At the time, I decided that, okay, that I was ready and would go into therapy and get help. I depleted my savings, cashed out savings bonds that my great grandfather had given me, used up all my health insurance, and as a last resort, had to ask my mom to help pay for therapy(I was working all this time in the family business). She complained to no end every time I asked her for money. It was like my parents wanted to know what was wrong with me, but God forbid, I actually get help. I know that it did help. It really did. I had to ask her for money because my parents would not pay me for working in the business. That's the way it was the entire time I worked in the business.
I know that I have been reduced to almost nothingness because I am told that I am a bad person. A worthless person.
I know that's not true because when I have been away from here, away from these people who can see nothing and who want to see nothing but the horrible 10 year old I was, I feel valued and appreciated and good about myself.
When my mom cancelled my appt, that was it. I had been thinking about where I was as far as work, how I was being treated by my family, how unhappy I am, and how inherently I know that I have a lot that I can contribute that I am not now because of the way I am treated and the limitations they have placed on me and how that makes me feel.
As far as my MRI, I have not rescheduled it. I did go to the hospital to ask them to put more restrictions on my file so that only the people I have authorized can get info on me. The HIPAA rules did not go far enough because I wanted to use a password for any contacts from me or to me, but the hospital did not have anyway to do that(Even the privacy officer thought that was a good idea) because I still do not know if my mom pretended to be me when she cancelled the MRI appt.
I have still not spoken with my parents. I am consigning things, doing lots of donating, and throwing away stuff and looking for jobs and also looking at going back to school. The biggest hurdle is physical pain and I have deal with that, but I am so paranoid that someone is going to interfere again, that I have put off making any doctors appts.
Thanks for reading-the longer, drawn out version. P