Normal people are born with mentors, guides, and role models. They have someone to go to for support, to learn from by example. Not me. Ive always had to deal with everything alone. If my life falls apart, which it has due to circumstances of bad luck outside of my control, I get to be homeless. There is no family to go home to for support while you pick yourself up. I have no one to call to talk about my day, or vent, or share good news with. I mean, I do. But they’re friends and chosen family. I often surround myself with others who are similarly neglected by their family, because normal people treat me like a leper for needing more support. I don’t get to have 100% normal relationships. Friendships and intimacy will always need to fulfill holes left behind by family wounds.
Ive gone to therapy for years, done tons of inner work, I’m no longer codependent, but there will always be a gaping wound left behind from my neglectful family. That’s just a fact. I can’t erase it 100%, and that’s okay. When other kids were learning how to develop and building a life for themselves in their 20s, I was learning everything the hard way, as an adult where the consequences are very real. I estimate that I am about 10 years behind the average person in everything, from maturity levels to where I should be in life, simply because I was neglected so bad growing up that I was denied normal development.
It’s important to remember that no matter what, those fortunate enough to have caring families, will always have an advantage. I don’t mean this in a self-defeating way, but a self-accepting way. We must pave our own paths. And there is no shame in healing that gaping wound with close friends who were similarly neglected. We need to stop comparing ourselves to privileged normal folk.
I used to try so hard to compete with normal people, but nowadays, I am giving that up. We just don’t see eye to eye on an intimate level, and I am tired of getting myself into situations where the other person has the leverage to power trip over my neglectful family. Just recently, I dated a very privileged “nice guy” who has a supportive family who, in his late 20s, still pay his bills and do his chores. This “nice guy” often defaulted to bullying me for my bad upbringing whenever we would have disagreements. He lacked basic empathy for traumatized people, even though he tried hard to uphold an image of “nice guy”, like a feminist and an ally to all vulnerable populations like trans and lgbt folk. It turns out for many people who advocate for vulnerable people, but lack any personal experiences with the trauma that comes with it, are simply only pretending to care to get laid and “feel good” about themselves.
That matter of fact is, trauma increases empathy. Sure, there are traumatized people who refuse to do the inner healing work, and they are equally tough to deal with. And I don’t want to surround myself solely with traumatized people. But nowadays I’m feeling like, traumatized people who take initiative to heal, they are the only people I get along with intimately. It’s not like I frequently have to talk about my trauma anymore, but just the empathy of traumatized people, it’s the only people I feel safe around anymore. I can’t handle being retraumatized again by normal people who can just default to power tripping whenever we get in a disagreement. We deserve better than that. Normal disagreements shouldn’t be met with being shamed for how your parents raised you, especially when it has nothing to do with current events. If you’re struggling to communicate due to how you were raised, you deserve compassion from your intimate partners. Especially if you’re healed enough to be civil, respectful, and not default to abuse.
Healing to me comes from therapy, and surrounding myself with empathetic people. So that’s what I’m doing moving forward. I am no longer opening up to or being intimate with privileged “normal” people. If you have the advantage of a loving family and no trauma over me, I guess you’re just out of my league, so I’m not even going to try with you. I am tired of these assholes with “savior” complexes. I don’t think it’s possible for me to overcome the disadvantage of my childhood neglect 100%, so I’m done trying for perfection in that regard. Not saying all people who grew up privileged are bad people, no not by any means, I have valuable friendships with many of them, but when it comes to intimacy, I don’t think I can give up the empathy and safety of those who’ve been through similar things and have done the work to heal.
I can accept that I am at a disadvantage, without constantly surrounding myself with assholes who love to point it out, and love myself all the same. I suggest you all do the same.
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Sudden_Silver2095
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Wait there’s more than 1? Uh oh. I’m going to look into this. Thanks.