I came a long way the past couple of months. I've accepted and am working on accepting some harsh truths, started therapy, made a plan to go back to school and start a new career path and have been responsible financially, eating well, etc. Now the stupid holidays are coming up. Seeing the Christmas stuff in stores already makes me nauseous. Tired of it being shoved down our throats.
My mom is starting to drive me crazy about Thanksgiving. IDK why when there will only be my parents and I. We can just eat a regular meal. I honestly don't even want to do anything for either holiday. I'm so tired of being the only one (of 3) who lives close to my parents. My brothers are so lucky they get to just relax on the holidays and not have to be the one getting texts about what to do, what to eat, etc etc. I miss the days when I lived too far away from my parents to make it back for holidays. They've never been the same since my Uncle died, anyway and we've always had a small family. I hate the pressure society puts on us to do these big fancy holiday meals and events. Can't I just enjoy the time off of work that I'm lucky enough to get?!
Also in therapy things are being dug up about my past and a lot of the anger I feel towards my parents is coming up. Anger I didn't even realize I still had. As therapy sessions go on I realize that I'm a second thought when it comes to the more serious matters, like the abuse I suffered when I was younger, sexual assault, even grieving family members deaths. My parents find a way to make it all about them. They can hardly talk about anything even remotely distressing, choosing to bottle things up and drag out instead, so I never really got support for what I mentioned. Hell, in a sense it might even be better if they never knew about it all! It's worse having your parents stay mute about something that caused me to attempt to take my life. Even worse to have them see a perpetrator and not say anything to them right in front of you. Anyone who has ever been molested as a child or sexually assaulted knows that it's not something you get over by pretending never happened (trust me I tried that).
Basically I'm tired of always being emotionally available for everyone when it has never truly been reciprocated. It's been a really rough year and they've driven me crazy for most of it. Over the holidays I won't even have a fucking buffer there or another person, which is why I don't want to go. I'm contemplating telling them I don't want to do anything and for ONCE putting myself first emotionally. I'm not saying my parents are these awful terrible people, I know they love me and care about me but they dropped the ball on some major, major things and it's still effecting me. Coupled with the disdain I have for what are now very commercial holidays I'm not feeling too festive.
My mom is starting to drive me crazy about Thanksgiving. IDK why when there will only be my parents and I. We can just eat a regular meal. I honestly don't even want to do anything for either holiday. I'm so tired of being the only one (of 3) who lives close to my parents. My brothers are so lucky they get to just relax on the holidays and not have to be the one getting texts about what to do, what to eat, etc etc. I miss the days when I lived too far away from my parents to make it back for holidays. They've never been the same since my Uncle died, anyway and we've always had a small family. I hate the pressure society puts on us to do these big fancy holiday meals and events. Can't I just enjoy the time off of work that I'm lucky enough to get?!
Also in therapy things are being dug up about my past and a lot of the anger I feel towards my parents is coming up. Anger I didn't even realize I still had. As therapy sessions go on I realize that I'm a second thought when it comes to the more serious matters, like the abuse I suffered when I was younger, sexual assault, even grieving family members deaths. My parents find a way to make it all about them. They can hardly talk about anything even remotely distressing, choosing to bottle things up and drag out instead, so I never really got support for what I mentioned. Hell, in a sense it might even be better if they never knew about it all! It's worse having your parents stay mute about something that caused me to attempt to take my life. Even worse to have them see a perpetrator and not say anything to them right in front of you. Anyone who has ever been molested as a child or sexually assaulted knows that it's not something you get over by pretending never happened (trust me I tried that).
Basically I'm tired of always being emotionally available for everyone when it has never truly been reciprocated. It's been a really rough year and they've driven me crazy for most of it. Over the holidays I won't even have a fucking buffer there or another person, which is why I don't want to go. I'm contemplating telling them I don't want to do anything and for ONCE putting myself first emotionally. I'm not saying my parents are these awful terrible people, I know they love me and care about me but they dropped the ball on some major, major things and it's still effecting me. Coupled with the disdain I have for what are now very commercial holidays I'm not feeling too festive.