JenK
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« on: July 20, 2010, 10:48:58 am » |
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I have been reading about AD for the last few days. I have been labeled everything from Bi-polar to Borderline Personality Disorder to the most recent-nothing wrong with me. So why do I not care about anyone? On the surface I do, but deep down I could walk away from anyone and really not care.
I am 39, married for 16 years to a wonderful man, have two really sweet and unique kids 19 and 14. We have a nice home, I drive a great little car, will start a job in Sept with very kind people doing something I really enjoy. But again, all I want to do is go back to sleep, where time slides by fast, I cannot fail and no one expects anything of me.
I was given up for adoption at birth, kept in foster care for 9 months, then adopted by my parents. I had chronic ear infections until I was 3 and was hospitalized multiple times for high fevers and convulsions, resulting in the destruction of my sense of smell. My brother was adopted when I was 2, and I showed immediate hostility to him. At some time when I was 2 my mother left me to cry all night. She waited until my dad went to work all night, then sat up with a book and let me cry for hours until I "gave up and never did it again". My mother told me that story a year or so ago, and I went home and sobbed. It made me feel so completely abandoned even 35+ years later. My parents were decent ones but I never felt like I belonged, and to this day still don’t most of the time. I have always felt that they would have been much better off just the three of them. I was a horrible teen, promiscuous, drugs, lying, shifting from one persona to the next with the ease of a professional actor. Got pregnant at 19, quit drugs, got married at 24, quit sleeping around. Quitting things does not make you a whole person though. Someday I hope I can be whole. It feels like I finally found the core problem though, the problem which explains all my issues-with friends, family, intimacy, the disconnection with life, the depression. I have no clue what comes next, how I start to heal. Maybe I won’t. It is nice to know I am not just empty, that there may be something behind the wall.
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