If you are in CPTSD forum trying to figure out if you actually have it, basically 100% something real happened.

Even if nobody overtly gaslights you, the way life keeps going on but you stay stuck in the past or stuck inside yourself makes it seem like it’s “just you” who is messed up and can’t get over it.

This. Just the fact that it was never acknowledged and no one else seems to remember or give a shit makes it so easy to self blame.

Yeah, right now I can access my adult emotions looking at child me sort of, though I can't really get to any of the child parts themselves. Like I'm clearly very disturbed and sad to be watching little me go through what I did. But I still so clearly recall little me feeling numb and fine about everything.

Weird how I still struggle with whether my experience was bad enough, but never read a single post here where I doubt the OP

I was browsing this forum today as I often do, and couldn't help but notice how incredibly empathetic and validating I feel towards everyone struggling, especially for those that are wondering if their experience was bad enough and feeling like maybe it was nothing, that everyone else on here has a worse or bigger story.

I thought, other people must read my story and feel that way about me. That obviously something big happened and there is no doubt the impact is real and valid.

It's wild how hard it is to step into that perspective about myself. That I could read my story as if I was reading all of yours instead. Because mine really does seem less big, mine really might be some overdramatic thing - mine feels like the one where all the self doubt is actually justified.

If you ever felt this way, I'm with you. But it's nice to think that I could ask anyone on here and they would tell me that it wasn't true and that my story was true and hard and it mattered.

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Ditto. Yeah the rumination is 100% trauma. Actual emotions are happening but being repressed and the thinking is how we disassociate.

Thank you and many virtual hugs to you back ♥️. No idea where I am in the healing journey but this space is valuable to me to have. Appreciate you!

Dear son

Tomorrow you will be born and I'm so excited to meet you.

I don't know it yet, but I will also be so sorry that when I first look into your eyes, I'll see a reflection of my abusive dead brother.

My father made him the scapegoat and me the good one, and used me to make him feel like a monster and a failure. He committed suicide when he was 38 and we hardly spoke of him again.

I always felt like it was my fault. I felt like I must have deserved what he did to me as a kid. I felt like I was the reason he got depressed and died. No one ever told me it wasn't true. No one ever told me I was used by my parents. No one ever told me that the problem was them, not me.

The only way I survived long enough to be having you, dear son, was to pack all this guilt and rage and sorrow so deep inside me that I didn't even know it was there. For what felt like my whole life I could remember, I couldn't feel it.

Until I have you tomorrow. And I see you. And I see him. Part of me remembers, but not the thinking part. A deeper part.

This part hates anything you do that reminds me of him. And so much does when you cry and fuss and get angry. That makes me feel guilty, so guilty I want to die myself.

So I will make the only choice I think I can.

I will still be your Dad, but I won't really be there.

I won't really see you, or know you. The parts I do see I actually kind of hate, but that's a secret even to myself.

I won't be present in your life. I won't be present in my own life.

Because being present makes me want to kill myself.

I know this is terrible. I know it so deep that we will never be able to talk about it. Because if we do, it will push me into a suicidal mental breakdown that only shock therapy can snap me out of.

I wiill hurt you as a son like my father hurt my brother, and won't be able to admit it.

When you get older, I hope you can figure out what really happened even though you won't have my help. If you do, I hope you can manage still lying and pretending with me so I won't get suicidal.

I hope most of all that you grow up to be different than me.

/////////

I believe you, Dad. I wish I could have known you. I wish I didn't have to write this letter instead of you. I wish we could have had a real family.

I didn't have to grow up to be different than you. I just had to figure out that you were never really here.

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Totally feel you on the coin flip. My thoughts go where they go. Then I have to figure out if it's flashback or legit. It's a hard task.

Felt normal assertive to me.

Thanks! I have not tried EMDR but I think it may be time. I don't have much direct memory access so I've been worried it won't work, but figure I can still give it a shot and work with implicit memories or things I know happened.

Not sure that generalizing, black and white thinking, judgment, and unsolicited advice are productive for healing.

I've had some trouble accessing my anger, though I know it's there. If you don't mind sharing, how did you come to it? Guided sessions or journaling, or just spontaneous combustion?

So beautiful and sad and true and lovely.

Love so much of this! Yeah I mean I saw all of my mom's worst patterns in my wife for a while, but the truth was I was displacing old anger and making tons of assumptions about her that felt like truths to me. Turns out she isn't much like my mom (Thank you world and myself!), but for a while there I could find my family in every human in the universe. It makes tiny sense because every human is a little self centered, and a little misattuned, so you can find the similarities if you hunt for them, but it's SO different than my old abusers.

Having a son also dispelled me of much of my misunderstandings because I could see his true good nature and accept that something must have happened to me to shift it. It's a true relief that good (or simply non abusive?) humans exist, when I'm having a good enough day to see it and believe it anyway 😜.

Sharing the brutal truths of healing

As my therapist likes to say, healing isn't all rainbows and butterflies.

No matter how hard I "tried" to be different, I picked up many ways of relating to the world from my abusers (ie, my family of origin).

Left untreated, my emotional dysregulation, inability to self-sooth, hyper sensitivity to criticism, mental fragmentation, numbing, narcissism, and addictions would inevitably perpetuate the cycle of abuse as a significant other or parent.

My wife is not my surrogate mother who I subconsciously expect to be perfectly attuned to me.

The world is not responsible for tiptoeing around my triggers.

I interpret many perfectly neutral interactions to be critical or negative.

As a full grown adult, I have an ability to set healthy boundaries, to take care of myself, and to accept myself lovingly that I am abdicating to others.

The way through these issues is not control, isolation, or self harm. It is through self awareness and taking responsibility to slowly learn what I should have as a child through reparenting myself.

It isn't easy, pleasant, or fast, but these lessons have already saved my marriage and in many ways, myself.

What brutal truths have most helped you heal?

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This is a very graceful and mature take. Thank you for sharing. I think just moving on and not interacting is probably the wise choice. When I try and engage or explain or defend, it seems to get worse pretty fast.

What's crazy about emotional dishonesty is that they simultaneously lie to themselves. So you can't ever get the "truth" out of them. You either need to have deep intuition and trust yourself on what's happening, or others to calibrate what they can sense. And like you said, I'd describe my parents as very honest on factual matters. But sadly so dishonest with themselves.

Thanks for sharing in such a thoughtful way. I feel lots of support from this community for different options, but it is much more helpful to hear the full picture than simple right and wrong declarations.

So sorry this happened to you. Wishing healing for you and your loved ones, your son sounds awesome.

Feel this. I once read a spirit guide who said that breaking a trauma cycle can heal the spirits in a family seven generations back and seven generations forward. That's a lot of work for one lifetime, so who you are is such a strong and brave person.

Aww you are so kind! Thank you! I love the little dude so much, and I'm very slowly figuring out how to love myself in the same way.

Lot of what you share resonates, though my mom does seem genuinely delighted to see him when she does. She has a deep sense of guilt and desire to be good, but she just never took the steps of healing her own stuff. I appreciate the nuance in your personal story and the balance of pros and cons. In many effortful ways, my mom is a pretty good grandma, but she can't escape the subconscious issues that we all pick up on. I agree with the broad guidelines you laid out and I can't be sure it will be a net positive, but in my own family a ton was kept secret and covered up and that created different problems. I'm not sure there is one right answer, other than that safety and security must be guaranteed throughout.

Thank you so much for this and so awesome you could break the cycle too. This is 100% how I feel our situation is developing....low contact, backing up, active communication and secure attachment with us.