My mother was extremely mentally ill but nobody knew how to help her. Her doctor even told me after she died that it was very unlikely she would ever had recovered from her mental illness and that there was nothing anybody really could have done.
I have spoken about it a little bit on here, although not in much detail. She abused me physically and emotionally. I was neglected from a very young age and our house looked a lot like the child neglect stories you see on the news. As she had nutritional deficiencies, she died suddenly due to an undiagnosed heart condition when I was 13. It's likely that these deficiencies were caused by our living conditions as she hadn't always had them (at least not until we started living like that). It was her death that was my escape from all of the abuse and I dread to think what my life would be like know if she hadn't have died.
Nobody else knew my mother the way I did. I don't know my father so we were always together. Everyone thinks we were super close and gives me sympathy all of the time. When I passed my exams I had cards from people who hardly know me because, according to them, 'it's amazing I did so well considering my mother is dead'. People talk to me who never spoke to me before because they feel so bad for me. I have felt pressured to put up posts on social media every birthday and anniversary of her death saying how much I missed her and wished she was here. All of her friends were doing it. They'd message me and post on my Facebook. If I didn't post anything then they'd message me checking that I was ok.
I know it's not their fault. They have absolutely no idea. They see her death as the start of my suffering, but really it was the end. I like to explain it as though, to everyone else, her death seems like a big part of my story when really it is just a small part of a very long, complicated and painful one.
I feel bad for posting this in this thread where people are actually grieving people they love and truly miss. I'm sorry if this seems insensitive :/
I have spoken about it a little bit on here, although not in much detail. She abused me physically and emotionally. I was neglected from a very young age and our house looked a lot like the child neglect stories you see on the news. As she had nutritional deficiencies, she died suddenly due to an undiagnosed heart condition when I was 13. It's likely that these deficiencies were caused by our living conditions as she hadn't always had them (at least not until we started living like that). It was her death that was my escape from all of the abuse and I dread to think what my life would be like know if she hadn't have died.
Nobody else knew my mother the way I did. I don't know my father so we were always together. Everyone thinks we were super close and gives me sympathy all of the time. When I passed my exams I had cards from people who hardly know me because, according to them, 'it's amazing I did so well considering my mother is dead'. People talk to me who never spoke to me before because they feel so bad for me. I have felt pressured to put up posts on social media every birthday and anniversary of her death saying how much I missed her and wished she was here. All of her friends were doing it. They'd message me and post on my Facebook. If I didn't post anything then they'd message me checking that I was ok.
I know it's not their fault. They have absolutely no idea. They see her death as the start of my suffering, but really it was the end. I like to explain it as though, to everyone else, her death seems like a big part of my story when really it is just a small part of a very long, complicated and painful one.
I feel bad for posting this in this thread where people are actually grieving people they love and truly miss. I'm sorry if this seems insensitive :/
