Hi,
I'm not sure if I can post in here or not, I'm a bit older than most (28) but really don't know where else to take this. If I'm out of order, please feel free to delete.
When I was small (6+), lots of screwed up things happened, my step dad was having sex with me and his friends were also involved and on the scene and after a while, I started to..act out I guess, drinking and taking drugs, then at 14 I left home and never went back. I was homeless for the rest of my teens, had a nasty heroin and crack addiction and was involved in prostitution to fund it. God I'm so glad this is anonymous.
Anyway, a couple of years ago, I finally sorted myself out, after numerous detox/rehab attempts. I'm in stable housing, have a job I love, am planning on going to uni and am off the gear - all good..
And the friends that I have that do know some of my past think that I've done really well turning stuff around, and it's nice to have their support, but because things are *so* much more stable now, I don't feel able to tell anyone just how much I'm struggling.
When I do eventually sleep, my nightmares are so disturbing that I'm often shaken up well into the next day.
Relationships are a no-no, I just can't seem to allow myself to emotionally connect with anyone on a level which is more intimate than friendship. I don't mean to be cruel, but by being so distant and cold, I've hurt a few people in the past that really deserved better. And yet, I'm at a stage where I want to be able to have a relationship. I've attracted some wrong-uns previously and gone through the cycle of repeating patterns, but would like to think that I'm more aware of that now, having completed The Freedom Programme in a rehab. I suppose I've become accustomed to being alone and don't know how to break out of the habit. When sex comes up in any potential relationship, I just bail out, either physically or emotionally, feeling so dirty and disgusted with myself, and then all this self-hatred boils up and I want to use heroin again just to dampen it and get through the day.
And then, there's my family. I didn't have contact at all for over 10 years, then started to maybe once or twice a year. My stepdad is in prison now, so he's not the issue, but my mum (who knew about it all and refused to help) is. I feel this, obligation, to put it all behind us, as if I've held a grudge for too long, but really, I should be 'over it by now'.
But I'm not. I'm really really not.
And I have this resentment that is just eating me up, and Mother's day and all the sickening phrases on the cards in shops make me feel literally nauseous.
In a way, I'm more screwed up about her than I am with anyone else. I'm aware of how much it's affecting me, and feel in a catch 22. If I ignore it for much longer, all the angst is gonna come out somehow, probably in a self-destructive way, but history has taught me that trying to engage in counselling is equally distressing and as resulted in a heroin relapse in the past due to not having sufficient coping strategies in place.
I have some very big life changes coming up in the next year or so - I don't want my past to bring me own, have a negative impact or prevent me from making the most of the situation. Yet it's quietly eating away at me and to be honest, I'm scared of how much power "it" all still has over me.
I just needed to put some of those thoughts in order - sorry for the length and somewhat rambling post
xx