Budoaiki
MVP
Where to begin? OK, here goes. I was raised by an alcoholic mother and a workaholic father who divorced when I was seven, I also have 2 sisters (one eleven years older and from a different father, whom was forced to adopt the role as my second mother and the second sister 2 years older than me) and 1 brother (three years older than me).
We have had a lot of ups and downs over the years, my father was never home when they where together from what I remember and what my siblings tell me they never really got along. He would visit us on holidays and things while they were divorced and until they tried to get back together for a while when I was at the age of 9, throughout their separation they would belittle each other to us.
My mother was physically and emotionally abusive (not sexually) towards us, (before and after the divorce and when she was angry sober or not) I have since dealt with this after I found myself adopting the behavior of venting on my siblings and being very had on myself as I witnessed my mother and father do so often, along with the emotional and physical absence of my father with therapy. According to my therapist, I was handling it surprisingly well I just needed to be more aware of the triggers which she explained were something of a conditioned response which was why I experienced it more in dealings with my siblings and my parents.
I sought out activities to help with my confidence (martial arts) and I took on the task of trying to get my mother to seek therapy after she had suffered a nervous breakdown and was subsequently diagnosed with paranoid delusional schizophrenia with manic depression and began to drink even more after she had things under control for a long time(I believe my father was trying to end things with her again and that was her trigger).
After this my father ended up moving us far away, my eldest sister had already moved out and my older brother stayed at home with my mother. My father forced my older brother into kicking my mother out of the house. He was always blaming his problems on her and he convinced his children that this would be best and that was when she had her first breakdown. It was after this that I first started to notice my anger problems (which was elevated to new heights by the actions of my father) when we moved home my father gave my brother the boot because my brother had turned to smoking weed and partying to deal with his stress.
My father was never home because of his work and he wouldn't talk things out with my brother, in the mean time my sister who was still living at home was doing the same as was I(partying and smoking weed to deal with the stress). I decided to take therapy for the anger I felt over the injustice of my father's treatment of my brother and my mother. Things where OK for a while. My brother got back on his feet and after some effort to get my relatives and my siblings to help me with it, my mother finally sought help. She is currently taking medication but has yet to take any cognitive therapy and she is doing very well.
After graduation I decided to take a year off to work and get my bearings before jumping into university or college and that summer I was in a car accident. i was not seriously injured enough to require a hospital stay but I did injure the muscles in my back and neck which required months of physio as it caused me a lot of pain and discomfort.
It was at this time that my father decided he was going to move me out of the house and into a bachelor without any choice in the matter and he took back the car he had given me as a replacement for the one I got for graduation which was written off in the accident that I was using to get to physio for the few weeks I was there after the acccident. (The other driver was at fault for hitting me as she was coming out of a parking lot into the road.)
Since then things haven't been very good for me. and my sister who helped my father find a apartment for me and move my stuff was seemingly rewarded with more school funding (from a bachelors to a masters degree), she is getting married this fall and is having the wedding at my father's house. I told her with regret that I won't be attending the wedding this fall unless we work things out because I am too ashamed of what happened and angry due to the fact that I don't even know why. I should also state that my father's reasons weren't financial as he is well paid and subsequently built another level on his home after moving me out.
It's been almost four years since my accident and my back has yet to heal properly and I am told it never will. I have sleep problems and was forced to walk to physio or take the bus when I could afford it on disability. Needless to say I want to be there for her but I haven't been able to forgive her or my father as they won't even discuss the matter with me. I sought therapy again and my therapist told me that I needed to either deal with them some how or if they are unwilling to get away from it for a while.
I write a lot as a hobby and as a means of self exploration and I have to admit i feel stuck. After coming off of disability I had a job and then lost it after a relapse with my back. I haven't been able practice martial arts since the accident because of transportation and my doctor advised me that I shouldn't until my back gets better. I was also really into fitness and health before my accident and now I am in the slow and arduous task of reconditioning my body once again.
My brother and my mother understand but my father and sister do not and my eldest sister does not understand either. I have explained to my father and sister that I don't understand why they would do such a thing and that after four years of trying to talk to them about it I don't want to talk to them until i either work things out with them or on my own. And my eldest sister who lost her own biological father when she was 2 and has been treated badly by him because he refused too treat her like his daughter so she is baffled by my behavior. None of my mother's relatives have been able to find anything out or get them to talk with me about it and the one's on my father's side are just as emotionally detached as he is.
I used to be so ashamed of my mother's illness but I see it for what it is now and I am no longer ashamed of her but I am ashamed of my father, my sister and my circumstances I am alone and too ashamed to find love or friendship for support and i find more doubt then hope these days. I thought that someone here might be able to give me some advise.
We have had a lot of ups and downs over the years, my father was never home when they where together from what I remember and what my siblings tell me they never really got along. He would visit us on holidays and things while they were divorced and until they tried to get back together for a while when I was at the age of 9, throughout their separation they would belittle each other to us.
My mother was physically and emotionally abusive (not sexually) towards us, (before and after the divorce and when she was angry sober or not) I have since dealt with this after I found myself adopting the behavior of venting on my siblings and being very had on myself as I witnessed my mother and father do so often, along with the emotional and physical absence of my father with therapy. According to my therapist, I was handling it surprisingly well I just needed to be more aware of the triggers which she explained were something of a conditioned response which was why I experienced it more in dealings with my siblings and my parents.
I sought out activities to help with my confidence (martial arts) and I took on the task of trying to get my mother to seek therapy after she had suffered a nervous breakdown and was subsequently diagnosed with paranoid delusional schizophrenia with manic depression and began to drink even more after she had things under control for a long time(I believe my father was trying to end things with her again and that was her trigger).
After this my father ended up moving us far away, my eldest sister had already moved out and my older brother stayed at home with my mother. My father forced my older brother into kicking my mother out of the house. He was always blaming his problems on her and he convinced his children that this would be best and that was when she had her first breakdown. It was after this that I first started to notice my anger problems (which was elevated to new heights by the actions of my father) when we moved home my father gave my brother the boot because my brother had turned to smoking weed and partying to deal with his stress.
My father was never home because of his work and he wouldn't talk things out with my brother, in the mean time my sister who was still living at home was doing the same as was I(partying and smoking weed to deal with the stress). I decided to take therapy for the anger I felt over the injustice of my father's treatment of my brother and my mother. Things where OK for a while. My brother got back on his feet and after some effort to get my relatives and my siblings to help me with it, my mother finally sought help. She is currently taking medication but has yet to take any cognitive therapy and she is doing very well.
After graduation I decided to take a year off to work and get my bearings before jumping into university or college and that summer I was in a car accident. i was not seriously injured enough to require a hospital stay but I did injure the muscles in my back and neck which required months of physio as it caused me a lot of pain and discomfort.
It was at this time that my father decided he was going to move me out of the house and into a bachelor without any choice in the matter and he took back the car he had given me as a replacement for the one I got for graduation which was written off in the accident that I was using to get to physio for the few weeks I was there after the acccident. (The other driver was at fault for hitting me as she was coming out of a parking lot into the road.)
Since then things haven't been very good for me. and my sister who helped my father find a apartment for me and move my stuff was seemingly rewarded with more school funding (from a bachelors to a masters degree), she is getting married this fall and is having the wedding at my father's house. I told her with regret that I won't be attending the wedding this fall unless we work things out because I am too ashamed of what happened and angry due to the fact that I don't even know why. I should also state that my father's reasons weren't financial as he is well paid and subsequently built another level on his home after moving me out.
It's been almost four years since my accident and my back has yet to heal properly and I am told it never will. I have sleep problems and was forced to walk to physio or take the bus when I could afford it on disability. Needless to say I want to be there for her but I haven't been able to forgive her or my father as they won't even discuss the matter with me. I sought therapy again and my therapist told me that I needed to either deal with them some how or if they are unwilling to get away from it for a while.
I write a lot as a hobby and as a means of self exploration and I have to admit i feel stuck. After coming off of disability I had a job and then lost it after a relapse with my back. I haven't been able practice martial arts since the accident because of transportation and my doctor advised me that I shouldn't until my back gets better. I was also really into fitness and health before my accident and now I am in the slow and arduous task of reconditioning my body once again.
My brother and my mother understand but my father and sister do not and my eldest sister does not understand either. I have explained to my father and sister that I don't understand why they would do such a thing and that after four years of trying to talk to them about it I don't want to talk to them until i either work things out with them or on my own. And my eldest sister who lost her own biological father when she was 2 and has been treated badly by him because he refused too treat her like his daughter so she is baffled by my behavior. None of my mother's relatives have been able to find anything out or get them to talk with me about it and the one's on my father's side are just as emotionally detached as he is.
I used to be so ashamed of my mother's illness but I see it for what it is now and I am no longer ashamed of her but I am ashamed of my father, my sister and my circumstances I am alone and too ashamed to find love or friendship for support and i find more doubt then hope these days. I thought that someone here might be able to give me some advise.
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