Addlepate Girl
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I'm really not sure where I should start. There's just so much and I've never put it into words. So it could get long and hopefully not too confusing. I really just need someone to talk to and get suggestions from. It just can't all stay and exist in my head anymore. *takes deep breath*
I guess I should start with my dad. My dad is paranoid schizophrenic (and in all likelihood bi-polar). He's never got him self treated and has always denied that anything was/is wrong. He thinks that all of psychology is "quackery" not really anything but BS made up for the weak of mind. He is has a tendency towards violence and was abusive to us kids when we were small and my mom, both physically and mentally. He never left marks on us kids but I remember plenty of times when he would get angry and beat up on my mom he did leave bruises on her. As a result of the paranoid schizophrenia my dad also believed people were out to get him or he was being poisoned, or stalked. That lead us to a life of basically being nomads. We moved more times then I can count. As a kid I believed that his perception was reality, besides if it were questioned we were "in on it".
The older I got the more I realized that something was wrong. I couldn't bring friends over because they would eventually become the enemy. And since I was a girl I wasn't allowed to go anywhere (his younger sister got into a little trouble as a teen so he assumed all girls needed to be kept on a short leash) It got even worse when puberty started. When I started my period I was drilled about having had letting a boy mess with me, it took the better part of the night to convince him that I hadn't done anything wrong. Once there was a boy unlucky enough to ask my dad if he could go out with me and we had to move because he was (suppose to be) stalking and making threats toward my dad. My dad had even said many times how he would kill the kid. This was a place I could have called home had we been there long enough, my band teacher was already talking college scholarships in 8th. grade. In the end I felt like leaving was my fault we left.
To make a story that could get impossibly long shorter I now, as an adult and with a husband and kids, am dealing with anxiety and social issues. I don't have friends and and totally inept at making them. If I do make a friend I feel so awkward that I often get panicky. I don't know how to (and in some cases am unable to) express much emotion because growing up it could get me in trouble. which is a problem because people expect it sometimes. I worry about my own sanity sometimes. I don't know what behaviors are things I learned from growing up and which ones I should be worried about.
Thanks for listening. Any support or advice would be helpful.
I guess I should start with my dad. My dad is paranoid schizophrenic (and in all likelihood bi-polar). He's never got him self treated and has always denied that anything was/is wrong. He thinks that all of psychology is "quackery" not really anything but BS made up for the weak of mind. He is has a tendency towards violence and was abusive to us kids when we were small and my mom, both physically and mentally. He never left marks on us kids but I remember plenty of times when he would get angry and beat up on my mom he did leave bruises on her. As a result of the paranoid schizophrenia my dad also believed people were out to get him or he was being poisoned, or stalked. That lead us to a life of basically being nomads. We moved more times then I can count. As a kid I believed that his perception was reality, besides if it were questioned we were "in on it".
The older I got the more I realized that something was wrong. I couldn't bring friends over because they would eventually become the enemy. And since I was a girl I wasn't allowed to go anywhere (his younger sister got into a little trouble as a teen so he assumed all girls needed to be kept on a short leash) It got even worse when puberty started. When I started my period I was drilled about having had letting a boy mess with me, it took the better part of the night to convince him that I hadn't done anything wrong. Once there was a boy unlucky enough to ask my dad if he could go out with me and we had to move because he was (suppose to be) stalking and making threats toward my dad. My dad had even said many times how he would kill the kid. This was a place I could have called home had we been there long enough, my band teacher was already talking college scholarships in 8th. grade. In the end I felt like leaving was my fault we left.
To make a story that could get impossibly long shorter I now, as an adult and with a husband and kids, am dealing with anxiety and social issues. I don't have friends and and totally inept at making them. If I do make a friend I feel so awkward that I often get panicky. I don't know how to (and in some cases am unable to) express much emotion because growing up it could get me in trouble. which is a problem because people expect it sometimes. I worry about my own sanity sometimes. I don't know what behaviors are things I learned from growing up and which ones I should be worried about.
Thanks for listening. Any support or advice would be helpful.