Tired of living
When I wake up each morning I am not grateful. For me life is not worth living. I had a miserable childhood and was traumatized by an abusive mother. I finally left home and went far away by myself to try and make a life. To a degree I was successful. I was fortunate to meet a wonderful man and we were married for 59 years before his death. Even so I have never been able to make friends or be comfortable in meeting people. I shrink from going into crowds. Now I am alone. I am 88 years old and am sick and tired of living. The only sure thing I know is that I will not do away with myself.
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@grammy what you said: “ Certain essentials have been damaged, like our ability to trust, have confidence, set boundaries, and how we judge our worth.” Spot on!
@rashida Thank you.
Be well. You are in good company.
I did have to chuckle at your statement that you are coming to the end of your life because you are "almost 77." I am 88 and still hanging in there. I find that at that age the biggest problem is making a plan because you really do not know how much longer you will be here. However the suitcases are out and I am going on a cruise. Leaving Friday. I was also told I have PTSD caused by an abusive mother for so many years until I had the courage to leave. That saved my life. Even at this great age, I do not have illnesses. I had to have a complete hip replacement but that is not a disease and I am mostly recovered. The best thing is I can drive and be independent. And you are going the right way - putting one step in front of the other. Long may you walk.
I never even thought of therapy during the years I was suffering. It is only now, when the ultimate in suffering - losing my husband and having a full hip replacement in quick succession - happened, did I consider it. I was fortunate to find such a wonderful woman. She gets me. We align on political affiliations, views on religion, etc., so I felt very comfortable with her. Sadly I have not heard from her lately because something happened to her 95 year old father and she told me she had to leave to go and see to things. I hope he did not die. I am leaving on my cruise the end of the week. If I have not had an email from her when I return, I will contact her to see where things are. If she is not able to continue, I really don't know what I will do. I guess I will have to face that when it happens.
@thisismarilynb Good to hear you have found someone. Sorry to hear she is away and dealing with some challenging personal milestones.
I hope as a professional she gets back with you either way and maybe if she can't continue with you, she could give you the courtesy of one more meeting, and possibly a referral to a valued colleague, even if virtual for now.
Do have a safe and enjoyable cruise... where are you sailing off to, I'm forgetting? Let us know when you return and can fill us in on your post- trip reflections. We'll miss you! Bon voyage in a few days!
I'm so glad I could help and you can see many others deal with the same thing...not that it lessens the hurt!
Eventually, at least for me, I realized that I was always looking for someone to make me happy...making my grandchildren my focus though they were far away...I was sewing for them, writing them. I could finally see that the amount of love I was showing...was what I needed to fill me up.
We are not responsible for what happened and it wasn't our doing. But, we are responsible for the steps we take and heaven knows you have tried. You will find when you look squarely at what eats at you; it will be your first step in going forward and being the amazing person you are...out loud. My fifties were energetic and I was able to do more physically....reach out. You can do it, my friend, I know you can or you wouldn't be talking to me. 💞 I'll be here~!
You are kicking it~! @thisismarilynb Have the best of times and get a pocketful of memories!💞
Hi😊Hope you are doing good… Sorry… your “mother” was a awful person and must have not only abused you. My mom did some off-base things too but nothing to compare at all. Sounds like she was intimidated by you dear one. Not in CA any way to excuse or condone her sick, unmotherly behavior, but wonder what she came out of?… You know, it has been discovered now that genetic memory from our ancestors is passed down…🤔Anyway, if she had been raised by mentally/emotionally healthy people, maybe she would have been a lot better of a mother that you deserved. Sending a big 🤗 hug.
@grammy82 Thank you, dear soul, once again.
I have read your post a few times now, and it's funny, so far I've misread it - but that may be because my misread (a version of a 'Freudian slip'?) is a clue to my unrewarding efforts: I read your phrasing of "Eventually, at least for me, I realized that I was always looking for someone to make me happy…" INSTEAD AS:
"...I realized I was always looking for someone to MAKE happy..."
[likely, at least, because my poor, loving, lonely and lovely mother never seemed happy, and my sister and I - esp. my sister at times, being a doctor, was made to feel she HAD to make Mom happy, and it generally never was enough].
So, I always want people to BE happy, get along (unlike how I experienced my parents' relationship), to enjoy things, find solace and/or peace in things, to find their own happiness. Yet, I can't seem to find mine: the ONLY thing I can identify that truly makes me happy is dancing - I've taught it, I've taken it, studied it when I was younger - but now I just want to DO it - but, the sinister catch is: it almost always takes TWO - and a dance partner I've never found - at least not for the long run. So, just recently I did find a place for line dancing (mostly to country tunes, but that's OK), and I did it with the group - as a participant for a change - for 2 hours...sweating bullets, but happy in the process, feeling like something close to freedom was within reach.
The only thing better is an impromptu Fred & Ginger style dance around the whole, open dance floor, which I've only done twice in my life - and the acquaintance/dance partner wasn't interested in doing it on a regular basis. This kind of dance is truly the closest I've come to pure joy and a feeling like flying. Even with line dancing, as a participant, with people watching, passing by, it's a reward to hear some who have genuinely commented "you go, girl!" - THAT is the happiness I sweat and try for - that communal feeling of joy, without divisiveness as an issue, free of judgment, fear or self-consciousness - and I always invite everyone to join in.
Wishing each their version of Fred & Ginger - whether it be as a couple together, or on a solitary path. If only it could be a regular, welcome experience, one that I wouldn't have to manufacture to enjoy!
@brandysparks I have been on both sides of the fence. Grew up being abused in every way, and unloved. Even as a child I promised myself I would never treat my children (especially my daughters, as I came from a culture where girls were disposable), and I kept my promise. Because I felt so unvalued, I prayed for a girl each time I was pregnant; the first two of the three were daughters, the third being a son. I love all three equally with every fibre of my being, and always made sure they not only knew they were loved, but I told them that every day they were growing up.
However, there were some things about my mother that I unconsciously picked up. Like her, I subconsciously took out my frustrations in my marriage on to my kids - my two daughters especially, because they were older than my son - he came along six years after my middle daughter, by which time I had learned from my mistakes with them. The girls, however, have always claimed that I love my son more than them “because he is a boy” - so untrue, because I had always wanted girls to love and care for the way I never was! And I love my son equally because I know what it is like to be born the “wrong sex”. I never wanted sons, but the minute he was put in my arms after birth, it was love at first sight.
Like my mother, I was “trained” to “shut up and put up”. I knew I couldn’t do anything about my mother in law who caused a lot of damage to my husband’s and my relationship, and my husband’s lack of support against her, so unfortunately I took my frustrations out on my kids, yelling and screaming at them whenever I was angry with him and his mother - she was in our lives for thirty of our now forty three years of marriage. But they were never neglected, and I always made each child’s birthdays and Cheistmases special because I never had birthdays and other celebrations.
Anyway, in addition to that, being an East Indian raised in the environment I was raised in and married to a detached Scot, raising biracial kids was a challenge especially with little help from my husband. I felt like a single mother all the years they were growing up. Now that they are adults, he is their best friend. I had no role model to follow. None of my friends had kids at the time so no one to exchange parenting ideas - no internet either to look up information. The long and short of it is I caused my kids emotional damage despite loving them to bits and as I have said to them over and over again (though my eldest turns a deaf ear to it), if I could rewind the years from the day I got married till they were grown, I definitely would have raised them differently.
My eldest daughter has never forgiven me - won’t even let me apologize to her and walks out of the room any time I try to talk to her and try to apologize. It seems like she would rather hold on to the grudge. Middle daughter has accepted my apologies and we are close. Son also has accepted my apologies and forgiven me and we have a good relationship too. What hurts is the oldest daughter tries to create a divide between me and my middle daughter and son - draws them away from me any time I have the three of them over for any family occasion. Husband looks the other way - doesn’t see it as his problem.