Hi from the U.S. 👋🏻
I had a dysfunctional family growing up as well, but different things than you went through. I feel terrible that you had to go through that! It’s sickening. My dad had alcoholism, so a lot of dysfunction, and he died from it when I was at university.
I went to my 1st therapist around age 26, and while I understood things, I didn’t feel normal my whole life. Thankfully, I got enough therapy where I wasn’t a mess, and met a wonderful man, and we have been married for 38 years. While we lived a regular suburban life, and raised 3 great, respectful kids, it was ME who never felt right.
I’m not sure about the UK, but here in America, they have done all the studies and research, and now are having tremendous results for longterm trauma (childhood PTSD for example) by offering 3 very successful treatments:
1. TMS - Transcranial Magnetic Resonance.
2. ECT treatments (do NOT think at all about the movie: “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest!”) It has evolved into a bonafide, highly studied, and highly successful treatment, with a highly qualified doctors, anesthesiologist, and nurse there.
3. Ketamine treatments…highly monitored throughout the process.
All 3 of these areas have had people say they’ve felt off and disconnected their whole lives, and tried at least 2 therapists (counselors) and at least 2-4 different depression medications, that may have worked for a time, but eventually were not nearly as effective. But then these same people, who have been accepted for one of the above treatment plans by a Psychiatrist, say they never thought they could feel “normal” much less happy!
I’ve got Psychiatrist consultations set up this month to check into these 3 options. Information matters. So there’s much hope for you!
Thank you so much for your insights and information. I have an on and off therapist whom I like very much. Right now she is off due to a family emergency. I will write down the therapies you suggested and discuss them with her when she is back. She also told me that I had PTSD due to my mother. I finally left home. I was (and really still am) a Canadian. Nevertheless I went to San Diego all by myself and was able to find a job and a place to live and after a year I met the man who became my husband. We were married 59 years before he died. But you are so right that you always feel you are the one who is off. In my case I pictured myself as a dog who was looking in through a window at everyone having a good time but there was no way for me to get in. As a rule I shy away from medications because most of the time I have strange reactions to them. Now I am really old (88) and alone. Don't know how much longer I will be here. Am in fairly good health otherwise and I still have my mind, which is important. I am still able to live independently and will continue to do so until the bitter end. The people on this site who have responded to me are wonderful.