“Thanks, Dad. The Trauma Is Great:” 30 Things People Do Because Of Their Childhood Trauma
The traumatic experiences that you had when you were a child can massively affect your life as you grow up. If these deep-set issues are left unaddressed, whether by you or with the help of a mental health professional, they can drastically reduce the quality of your life.
The r/AskReddit online community discussed the things that adults do that they only recently realized were direct results of their traumatic childhoods. You’ll find their personal insights and experiences as you scroll down below.
Remember, asking for help is never a sign of weakness. If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health issues or have unresolved traumas in your past, consider therapy or counseling.
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I realized I’m toxically independent. I have an extremely hard time asking for help because I never had it.
I hear it all the time. "You help everyone, but never ask for help yourself, why?" Because when you ask for help and never receive any, you figure it out
Load More Replies...Relatable. I've had friends get cross with me because I went through major crisis situations without asking for their help. It honestly never occured to me to do so.
Same here. Doesn't even occur. On the contrary, when times are tough I tend to shut down because I need to focus to solve things. By myself.
Load More Replies...This is me. Even when I’ve had surgery I’ve gone alone and said I’ll take care of myself during recovery. It would feel unnatural any other way.
Yup. Throat surgery? It's fine! Concussion? Pssst just silly dizziness No money? I'd kill myself than ask mom for help
Load More Replies...Ditto. My mom exaggerated every illness to get attention. (She didn't get colds, she had "the flu"; it wasn't a headache, it was a "migraine".) If you were sick, she had to be sicker. If you complained about symptoms, you'd get "it's not that bad" (so make her some tea while you're up). So I went the opposite. Don't show weakness. Work through the pain. Just the thought of talking to a doctor about my problems makes my stomach turn.
I just got tired of asking. You do favors for everyone but when you need something they leave you sol, those are called fair weather friends and they aren't friends.
Even when I finally decided to ask help, none were willing help... Rather be independent than dissapointed
I hear you, I'm the same. The sad thing is that when ppl are used to the fact that you deal with everything by yourself, they get pissed the one time you ask for help. On the other hand, ppl who complain all the time get all the help they want.
Load More Replies...Yep. Drives my colleagues nuts - "why didn't you just ask for help?" Because I'm used to the answer being no!
Similar. My mum used to whine about how much help, both time and financial, that my sisters needed. So, I point blank refused to ask for any help. And struggled. Furthermore, she left more to them in her will because she must have figured they needed it and I was ok. When I was drowning. I detest asking for help to this day and accepting it when offered, or just given, I always feel guilty.
I do not prioritize myself. Be it health, time, or necessities. Everyone else in my life is ahead of me in the queue. This makes me seem incredibly helpful.
Being helpful allows me to be present without being a target. Being helpful allows me to avoid my own problems because I'm too busy helping everyone else with theirs. Being helpful allows me to feel valuable instead of expendable.
The only time I ever really take care of myself is if I know it will impact my ability to take care of someone else. It's the only way I've found to make healthier choices, and it's still barely enough.
I was brought up to be of service to everyone else. Self-sacrifice. Humility - you know, turn the other cheek (which only results in that getting slapped, too). Has not served me well because I've been a doormat with a occasional chip on my shoulder.
Same here. I've made it practically a profession to please and care for others, even if it costs me my happiness. Everyone else's happiness comes first.
Overthinking. Predicting and preparing for worst case scenarios. Having a higher tolerance for situations while also falling apart over tiny things. Refusing to let people stand behind me. Lack of trust for others. Being very prepared for people to drop and leave me without reason or warning.
Oh I forgot to mention you develop a physical need to help others. You want nothing more than to make others happy to avoid or overcome ever feeling as you do. No matter what it costs you. And you hope that you can make up for whatever it is you did to deserve it all.
Right. You get so used to things going the wrong way that you can't help but worry about it even when everything is fine in reality.
My friend recently went thru that. Her anxiety was out of control because things were going well in her life. Like she had a whole a*s anxiety attack because she had nothing she had to worry about. Brains are weird
Load More Replies...This list is calling me out, and it makes me uncomfortable. I don't know if I am going to be able to make it through the whole list.
Bonus points if the helping others then has a negative effect on me.
Yes, a high tolerance for being mistreated. I gave up my extreme empathy when I began to spread myself too thin until there was nothing of me left.
👋 I'm basically in hiding at the moment for just this reason. Like omg I gotta repair myself, had to go no contact with my childhood "family"
Load More Replies...S**t, what was your trauma, because you described my life down to things I don't even see as big deals, and I can't figure what MY trauma was!
Oh wait, this is from Reddit, and now I'm talking to myself. Way to go, trauma!
Load More Replies...Preparing for worse case scenario is a sure fire way not to be caught off guard. If good things happen than I will be pleasantly surprised. If they don't i am still prepared.
As we’ve covered on Bored Panda recently, you may want to seek professional help if your mental health issues are causing anxiety, and panic attacks, and disrupting your daily life. It’s important to recognize that mental health experts are often very supportive and empathetic.
Though therapy can help people deal with their past traumas, heal, and move past them, far from everyone sees counseling in a positive light. For example, some people are scared that their therapists are going to judge them for their experiences or decisions. According to ‘Thriveworks,’ people do not want to be perceived as weak. However, proactively taking care of your mental health isn’t a weakness. It’s quite the opposite.
Being hyperaware of anyone experiencing negative emotions in the room. Feeling someone else's anger or depression very severely and feeling as though I have to be the one to calm things down and keep the peace.
Usually anger. I don't really try to keep the peace, never worked before. I either freeze up and start to panic or I also become angry or upset
I usually go with playing possum. If the affecting people notice (they usually don't) it often freaks them out.
Load More Replies...Pretty sure all of these are coping mechanisms we developed from severe and persistent trauma
Load More Replies...Yes, you learn this as a survival technique growing up. Unfortunately, my husband is also volatile.
" i have something to talk to you about" 1ST reaction _ what did I do wrong and please don't yell at me - I am 64 fckn yrs old - this knee jerk reaction has to stop sometime!
I honestly am the same way when I hear that phrase. I never think that it's going to have a good outcome.
Load More Replies...I am also hyper aware of other peopke emotions. But there is also this weird thing I do that is hard to explain. I link my emotions to people like if I am mad I link that feeling to a person and then I feelbthis is how this person must be like.
I can relate. As a child, whenever two adults started arguing, it usually meant that the police would get involved. Either someone was going to get hurt, or killed. I personally have witnessed both.
I keep saying sorry to every little inconveniences or anytime I feel like I’m bothering someone.
Yup. Only last week, I couldn't stop apologizing to station staff for getting stranded in the wrong city overnight. Three different employees had directed me to the wrong train.
One co-worker told me she couldn't take my apologies seriously, because I was apologizing all the time.
Finally gave this up at age of 60 after a lifetime of being mistreated by bullies.
Read my comment "dainty72" I'm so on board with what you've wrote!!! I'm 51 and I need to stop being sorry for nothing! Just reading your few words has made me cry. Hope you're ok now xx
Load More Replies...I've realized I've started doing this a lot more recently...I can totally relate.
"sorry" is one of those words that can borrow problems, as it is generally interpreted by different people in different ways. Something I remember reading somewhere... If you are a woman it means: I understand. If you are a man: I'm accepting responsiblity If you are the boss: It's your fault. If you are in a court of law: I give up. I remember a person telling me that perspective is an illusion, it's possible he believed that most people will just think you're a smuck.
My husband tells me to quit apologizing. I say, "Sorry"! He gets me though and loves me through it!
Seriously doubt the motives of anyone who says anything nice.
This way of thinking sucks because if someone likes you, you automatically question their judgement and then if you like someone and they don't like you back, you see that as validation that no one wants you. It just sucks. Parents have no idea of the lasting damage they do.
I feel they are just being polite to fulfill some social requirements. If a coworker asks me to join them for lunch - I decline instantly. I know they don't really want to have lunch with me, and I don't want to inflict myself on them. Even if it's a friend I've known for years - no, thanks.
Ah this is me 😅 does anybody else also have that thing where if they hear someone whispering they automatically think the people are talking bad about them? Makes it hard to study at libraries sometimes
Yes I do it's very annoying because I know they aren't whispering/talking/laughing at me
Load More Replies...Or every time you get a genuine compliment, you want to run and hide in a closet. Somehow you learn that you're not worthy of compliments.
It ALWAYS surprises me when someone is kind to me. Really, truly shocked. Especially, if a man is simply nice with no ulterior motive.
Yes I've been friends with you for 10+ yrs but how do I know that you weren't just being polite this whole time
frrr, no, it doesn't make me feel good, it makes me feel like a person who is surrounded by liars
I struggled with this one for years. I couldn't believe that anyone actually wanted to be nice to me, compliment me, etc. I always wondered what they wanted from me. It took me a long time to start trusting people while still keeping the toxic ones at arms length.
Meanwhile, other folks are a tad skeptical about therapy as a whole. They might feel that counseling won’t solve their issues. Or that it’s simply an expensive way of talking about your feelings, something that they could do with their friends. This, of course, couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Therapy provides new perspectives that aim to reframe your past experiences, in order to empower you. If venting to your friends from time to time is all that it takes to solve all of your issues, then more power to you! But you should never assume that it’s the same as working with a qualified, experienced professional.
Something I do that I recently learned other people don't do is constantly pay attention to my surroundings. I listen for footsteps, doors opening and closing, people's voices, water running in the pipes, cars pulling into the driveway, on and on. As a kid I needed to know who was in my house and what they were doing.
yeah, being hyper vigilant of your surroundings. I've been told its getting stuck in flight or fight mode. you're constantly scanning for the threat, being aware of every tiny little sound or change in your environment, sometimes even for years after the original threat no longer exists.
I've always kept a baggy oversized hoodie & men's jeans to wear in case I need to walk alone at night. I pull the hood on, put my head down, puff my shoulders up slightly, walk with wider steps to look like a guy and it's like an invisibility cloak of a disguise. Otherwise, yeah it's scary. I get followed, cat called, stopped by guys physically blocking my way, multiple times while walking down the sidewalk in my city. I don't think I'm alone in saying that women have to be aware and alert because we deal with this constantly. Something about the night that makes the creeps come out
Once you've developed hypervigilance, I don't think you ever stop being hypervigilant.
I have PTSD from a childhood event. Hypervigilance is part of it. No people around that I haven't already seen, where's that car going, I don't like people right up next to me at a stop light, strange/loud noises freak me out. I notice a lot of things friends aren't even aware of, but I feel safer knowing where, who, how I am.
Probably going to get burried, but because I was unwanted by my own mother, I now self sabotage almost all relationships in my life because "how long until I'm discarded".
Same, but my inner dialogue is if my own mother couldn't love me - how can anybody else. Even though I know she was not worth the time of day.
After my husband died, I gained the unexpected blessing of having his voice in my head helping me fight those terrible, terrible thoughts. And one night, my inner voice literally said I wasn't worthy of kindness, and I heard his voice say, "Wait. You believe every person is worthy of basic human dignity and kindness. And you are a person." And it was the first time in my life that the a*****e voice lost, and decisively so. It actually shut up and left me in peace.
Load More Replies...The "Probably going to get buried" part speaks just as much confirmation to the self sabotage as the rest of the statement.
I’m afraid of people seeing who I really am thanks to mommy dearest and then they disappear.
I'm lucky my father adored me but this is what exacerbated my mother's hatred for me. She was able to ruin our relationship completely so now I am estranged from both. It's really hard growing up like that. I recommend the book "Mothers Who Can't Love" and "Toxic Parents" by the same author but I don't remember her name. Helped me a lot
I'm sorry that happened to you, I hope you're able to reconcile someday with your father 🙏
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I realised recently that a lot of the cruel things that were said to me have embedded themselves into my regular vocabulary under the guise of 'self-deprecating humor'.
Other people might be too proud to go to counseling. They believe that they should be able to solve their problems on their own. Still, others are simply scared of opening up to a complete stranger. Or they’re afraid of how their lives might change in completely unknown ways after they solve their issues from the past.
According to therapist Andrea Brandt, Ph.D., childhood trauma can stay in the body until it is processed. “The healthy flow and processing of distressing emotions, such as anger, sadness, shame, and fear, is essential to healing from childhood trauma as an adult,” she writes on ‘Psychology Today.’
Adrenaline dump at the slightest hint of conflict.
Adrenaline dump! YES Thank you. It’s exhausting. And when it lasts for days and I’m in that fight or flight mode just to juggle many things and keep everyone happy. The lactic acid sets in and I barely can move like I’ve just walked up a mountain
I have developed Lupus so every time I get one of those I have a flare-up with oozing open sores appearing within hours. So fun. But I suppose my body said if you're not going to take care of yourself ill force you to
Load More Replies...I can relate. Even if I'm not involved in any way (a scene on a bus for instance), it freezes me and turns my mood into fight defense mode. Being oversensitive is a curse.
Yep. I become hyper aware of everything and my heart starts racing
Everytime my parents fight I take flight cuz sooner or later their anger is gonna get focus on me if I'm in the room. My older brother just doesn't know when to shut up and nut up in a tense situation which drags me into said situation
Self doubt. Need for affirmation. Can't take criticism well. I spent most of my life being a good test taker. Now I find it difficult to have patience with myself while I struggle to learn/pick up new things.
I feel this. Especially as a writer/artist/musician. I always feel like I'm nowhere near good enough, despite what I'm told.
My husband does this too. To the point where he has to have somebody help him with things so that if something goes wrong he has somebody else to blame. If it wasn’t for the fact that my mother in law is in a long term care home, she’d have some splainin to do
I've tried so hard in my life but been given little encouragement. I just don't really bother anymore.
I'm the opposite-I used to find it really hard to accept praise or compliments. In my family, relationships were transactional. Nobody was nice for the sake of being nice, there were always ulterior motives, and a system of "I did this for you, so now you owe me a favour." Saying something complimentary usually meant they wanted something. That meant I grew up finding it hard to accept people being pleasant and decent for no reason other than they were just nice people-I was searching for ulterior motives, why did they say XYZ? It made me horribly cynical and suspicious of relationships as a young adult.
Not sure if this is just really weird, but at work whenever I ask for a day off, every job I've had, I had given a detailed description of why and the purpose of needing it off. Finally, at my current job l, my direct supervisor would keep telling me: "I don't need to know why."
I did some reflection and realized that, in my youth, if I didn't explain things as far as being absent, feeling sick, needing to go to the doctor; if I didn't have a good enough explanation, I was completely disregarded.
It got engrained in me to find the best possible reasoning behind nearly every choice I ever made.
I hate feeling like there has to be a reason for every single thing I'm doing, all of the time
It’s exhausting. The simple act of being perceived is enough for me to want to shut down at times
Load More Replies...I feel guilty if I take a sick day. And super anxious if I have to run to the store while I'm sick. Doesn't matter if I'm picking up a prescription or buying toilet paper, I panic that someone from work will see me and accuse me of faking. (Which is ridiculous; we have people who use their sick days the minute they accrue one and no one says anything.)
I can't do this, I'll do delivery or just wait it out
Load More Replies...I did this recently when rent was going to be a few days late. Sent an email profusely apologizing and outling with details the reason, what caused it, what I am doing to assure this was rectified promptly with screenshots and copies of receipts, my medical conditions, Dr notes like everything I could think of that gave background to why I needed like 2 days extra for rent, to prove I wasnt a f**k up or malingering or something. Exhausting. They write back that's fine and they didn't need to know all this stuff. I replied apologizing for oversharing and then trauma dumped a lil more🙄
Toxic bosses can do this too. I had a job where everything needed to be explained. A better boss finally came along and told me, “look, I don’t need to know that you’re getting a haircut on your lunch break. I trust you and if I see your absence is a problem, I’ll let you know at that time.” Since then, I’ve caught myself whenever I want to over-explain.
When I used to need a day off or told a person why I couldn't be somewhere I sometimes used to think it was suspicious if I did give too much detail.
Justifying my own worthiness comes from being made to feel worthless. "I need this because of X, Y, Z," instead of just saying "I need this."
The therapist urges people to recall the situation, sense their emotional and physical response, and attach names to the emotions that bubble up. “As part of a mindful approach to healing from trauma, we need to fully accept everything that we feel. Whether it’s true to your conscious mind at this moment or not, say, ‘I love myself for feeling (angry, sad, anxious, etc.)’ Do this with every emotion you feel, especially the harder ones. Embrace your humanness, and love yourself for it.”
After experiencing and embracing these emotions, you can try to work on letting the trauma go and casting off the events that wounded you.
I move very quietly. To the point that people joke that I can teleport because I'm next to them before they realize I'm there. I scare the people I live with just about every day because they don't hear me enter a room. I also used to be able to just walk up on so much s**t as a cop and prison guard because nobody ever heard me coming.
That's a skill you learn when you grow up not wanting to be seen or heard.
Because if you disturb that particular person, or people, you are in a world of s**t. So you learn how to step oh so lightly, and do it for so long to becomes your normal step. My husband says I startle him every time if his back is turned when I walk up to him. I’ve developed the habit of calling out to him while I’m on my way toward him.
I have developed the ability to see in very low to almost no light at all. I can walk through a house no matter how unfamiliar in the dark. I had to develop this skill so that I didn't get something thrown at me or pushed down the stairs for turning a light when I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of night or so I didn't wake anyone up too early.
I scare people here so bad I now have a necklace that jingles, like a cat, lolol
Something minor goes wrong because I made a mistake, I think it is all over, ruined and everything is my fault, I feel I should just go crawl into a hole and die.
Just thought on this again and I guess that’s why I like animal rescue videos, mother cats raising an abandoned pup. The after part, the transformation that some love and care bring. No one did it for me, but it warms my heart to see it done for another, no matter that they’re not my species!
Me too. Very. Although I have a really hard time getting to the rescue part of those videos. The beginnings always completely crush me. I know I should watch until the happy outcome, but all my stupid brain will do is catastrophize and focus on all of the animals out there suffering right now, with no one to help.
Load More Replies...Everyone makes mistakes, including the a******s who rip you a new one for a minor error. No one is 100% perfect 100% of the time. S**t happens. S**t goes haywire. Sometimes it not anyone’s fault, even though it looks like it, and abusive a******s don’t care to hear you explain the machine that THEY were supposed to have serviced every 5 years, but haven’t had serviced since Carter was President, finally broke down just because it’s worn out, not because of anything anyone did—-though because of what someone—-the a*****e—-didn’t do. The a******s don’t care, they want to blame someone besides themselves, they need a scapegoat. So they choose one.
I have a terrible habit of holding things in until I explode. It is awful. It doesn't happen to often, but when it does I am as surprised as everyone else. Then I am deeply ashamed and terrified of what is going to happen next, because what happens next can't ever possibly be someone accepting my apology and explanation. When they do I am so confused even though I would forgive them for the same I can't quite wrap my head around someone not using it to drill me down into bits with shame and hurt.
Me and relationships. I push them away because I feel I've done irreparable harm from the slightest mistake.
I spent my teenage years with a fault finder. It really messed me up to do what I thought was my best and then they come behind me and find something to nitpick on. Now I have PTSD from that person due to this and other mind games they played. I live in terror of not doing something perfectly and being punished for failing.
I had never thought of it like this but yes - same here. Unconditional love must be an amazing thing to experience, whatever species you are.
I strive towards solitude in all aspects of life, if there is no one else around there is no one to betray my trust & hurt me. The older I get the more I realize I'm still very much a human being with a need for connection & friendship, with a brain wired to be untrusting. I keep most people at distance & my relationships tend to feel shallow. It's a problem I'm not sure how to deal with.
Nobody wanted to hear what I said or be my friend so I just shut up. Then they complained because I was so quiet.
I have walls around me. The only people allowed inside those walls unconditionally are my daughters. Because they were born there. Everyone else needs to earn entry
Alone is safe. I can count on one hand my safe people. One finger the one I trust 100% and that’s tenuous. I’m always looking for a reason for the trust to break.
Therapy and dogs. That's how you get better at relationships. You never get over it, it's always there, over your shoulder. But you can cry and talk to a therapist and a dog and they won't judge you. Sometimes it just starts with wrapping your arms around a dog and pouring your heart out.
I had a lot of loss of family members in my teenage years. It's easier to be alone than be in any kind of romantic or deeply serious friendship. If I don't care that much, then it won't hurt so bad when they leave me.
I want a divorce but at the same time I’m so afraid someone will hurt me like my SO hurt me…. You stick with the pain you know.
I hope you're able to find the strength to make your life your own someday 🙏 It took me so long to get away from my first husband but it was completely worth it, and the man I am now married to is very supportive and kind. Healing is absolutely life changing and it can help you recognize red flags before ever committing to another abuser. I wish you a much better life 🙏
Load More Replies...Don't worry, if you keep doing it for long enough the need for other people goes away and the quiet and peace are reign supreme.
I(m54) always have it in the back of my mind that anyone who says they love me has an ulterior motive.
Or likes you. Or wants to be your friend. They are all met with scepticism in my book.
Same. Why would anyone want to be my friend? I’m an awful person
Load More Replies...I just don't believe it. No, you don't love me. Or, you won't anymore once you get what you're after...
Literally cannot take a compliment without immediately self-deprecating.
I did this for way too long. For example, my Mum was a professional singer, her and Dad were in a band for most of my young life, and no one ever asked me if I could sing without adding the dreaded, "Like your Mum?" part that made me cringe. "Well, no, I can't do that." From there, it just became part of me to always deflect the slightest compliment. Fast forward to now. I'll be 60 next year and (thanks to my now late hubby's pushing) this is the first time I've really thrown myself into the fun of karaoke night at my local. And I am lapping up the compliments, lol! Turns out, yeah, I can sing like my Mum.
I get a compliment and wait for the shoe to drop. What is their motivation (usually right). What do they want, that I can’t give them.
I still remember being 14 and my best friend complimented me. My mother looked over at me and said, "You're nothing special."
Eating very fast... I'm in my late 30's and I still have this problem.
When we where given food, we usually had to fight siblings as there was never enough for us. At holidays, specific around Thanksgiving, I lost track of how many times my stepdad would get angry and throw the entire turkey dinner away. For good measure, he would spray the entire garbage can with bleach so we couldn't pick it out of the trash.
So when you got food in my house, you would eat it as fast as you could before it was stolen from you. Don't worry though, had mountains of Pepsi products though!....
Maybe someone should have dumped the stepfather and sprayed HIM with bleach so no one could salvage HIM. 🤬
From age 11, I had to cook for a family of 5 and it was all things I hated. So not only was I forced to cook the stuff I hated, I had to sit there until it was gone, too. Luckily my sister liked everything and helped me out a lot. I'd sneak down later and make a pb&j.
Yeah I'm the unexpected unwanted baby (big generation gap) from a family of 7 and until I was 8y it was like I had a family, then my grandma who cared for me died, all my siblings moved out and my parents gave up on being parents.
Load More Replies...WHAT THE F**K!!! WHO THE F**K DOES THAT!! F*****g garbage trash human being!
In my house it was eat it before Dad does. Are you finished with that? It was on his plate or in his mouth before you could answer. I stuff my face as fast as possible and loathe an unfinished plate because I never knew when I could afford to eat again.
Why the hell would he throw perfectly good food if there wasn't enough?.
I read people and situations. I can generally note someone's mood pretty quickly, not necessarily pin point what they are feeling of why but generally pretty close. People always tell me that I'm the first to notice when someone is feeling low or when something is wrong. I used to think I had some kind of gift for empathy until I realized that no, I have hypervigilance caused by years of feeling unsafe. I generally catch details that everyone else misses but can't remember 99% of the other stuff told to me or that I see unless I'm being self aware.
I have a naturally low social intelligence, and I should have the same in emotional intelligence. But put me in a room with strangers, and I will tell you who's been abused, and who is an abuser. It's not just hypervigilance, or so I've read. It was also never safe for us to develop normal emotional walls that block out stuff (that you'd normally start developing age 4-6). It was not safe to block out emotions; you have to have your anger-radar up and running at all times. I always unconsciously drop what emotional walls I do have, and vibe someone I'm going to have to deal with...sometimes a very bad experience, but sometimes I do find great people this way...
I once sat in a required freshman orientation course and a guy came up to talk about date rape and stuff and he looked out at us and said I can always tell who has been assaulted when I start talking and ong it was so hard to not outright start bawling, but I was quietly sitting there with tears streaming down trying to not be noticed. He locked eyes with for only a moment but I could see it registered
Load More Replies...Super empath due to trauma. Wouldn't be surprised if OP has BPD or something like it?
Getting overly attached to people way to quickly, which usually pushes them away and just destroys me over and over again.
On the contrary, I find it extremely easy to detach and move on if it's needed. I am quick to trust and quick to love, though. I need it.
Same. I start to pull away from people when the honeymoon of the friendship starts to fade away. It is funner clicking in the beginning when things weren't so heavy.
Load More Replies...I have repeatedly gotten attached to a car on the freeway who seemed to be driving along with me and I felt connected and then sad when they moved off the freeway or out of range so yeah I get attached very easily
another thing to discuss with my therapist yayyyyyy/s
Good for you! Having a good therapist has saved me
Load More Replies...I've learned to keep the attachment a secret, makes the disappointment take longer.
I love dump with huge blinders before I know if I truly love this person (or even like) and then since I cannot be cruel or a hypocrite I stay with and force myself to become the passionately in love person I portrayed myself to be, especially if the other person needs it. I mean, maybe I am. The problem is I go all in from the start so it's hard to tell rationally
Have guilt when spending any amount of money.
And making sure you have a little cash hidden away. The hems of curtains, for instance, come in very handy.
I never thought of the curtain, but I have some hidden in my dog's poop bag dispenser on the leash, in my car, in the hem of my coat, in my desk drawer at work in case I ever need to get away, I will have $50 with me. The crazy part about that is that I own my home and my current partner has never given me a reason to believe I would need to escape, but just in case it is there.
Load More Replies...And, when you have money that you rightfully earned, you still feel like you don’t deserve it. Buying a pair of slightly upgraded sneakers sends me into an anxiety frenzy.
My mum is like this. My brother and I just spent a couple of hours looking through mums accumulated paperwork and found five different bank accounts and three different life insurance policies.
I recently had an epiphany that I’ve been self-sabotaging any potential weight loss goals I could achieve, like I could be doing well and be down a couple pounds, and then as soon as I see the physical results on my body I start binge eating lol. I know now it’s bc of an incident in my childhood that has made me really fear attention from men. Being overweight, wearing baggier clothes just make me feel safer in public.
Me. Exactly. I've been around 300 lbs (6'4") for most of my adult life. I've started losing weight (around 250 now) and being complimented on losing weight feels worse than being called fat.
I have a coworker who constantly comments on my healthy eating and makes comments on my weight loss and I cringe inside.
Load More Replies...My mom made me join weight watchers at 13. I was 152 pounds. She had a doctor write a note that I could only lose weight to 130 pounds because she didnt want me looking better than her. My height was 5'3 and goal weight was 99-112 but changed to 130. I got to 130 then hit a plateau I couldn't go beneath. My mother would ground me if I gained weight and gave me the cold shoulder. I started binge eating thursday-sunday and then starved myself Monday until tuesday night's weigh-in . I'll never forget buying a prom dress after I hit my goal of 130 (I was a size 3 and it was actually a perfect weight for me I thought) and my mother looked at my stomach and Said "God! All that work and you are going to let stomach paunch be all anyone sees in that dress!" I still have my prom pictures and they are gorgeous but all I remember is how fat and self conscious I felt. Now I still binge eat for comfort.
I know that's not the same as yours at all, it just reminded me mentioning how childhood affects your weight and habits as an adult and I don't mean to minimize your experience with a shallow sounding one.
Load More Replies...This is an incredibly common phenomenon. I read an account of a researched trying to help a weight loss program determine the reasons why people stopped losing weight and/or quit the program before reaching their goals, or gained all the weight back quickly after the program ended. They asked questions about the person's social history, general things like "How old are you when you first statement having weight issues", and "What age did you become sexually active". One day the researcher asked the sexual question differently, "What age did you first have sex" and the interviewee asked "Consensually?" They delved deeper and discovered the age she was raped corresponded exactly with the start of her weight gain. She started eating for comfort, which made her gain weight, which made men stop looking at her like a sexual target. Any time she would start to lose weight, some man would make a comment and traumatized her all over again
This was me, is me. I was sexually abused as a child for years, in my early 20's I was raped. When I finally tried to lose weight and was living with my husband he started to sabotage my weight loss so I wouldn't get attention from other men and leave him. I ended up years later leaving him and his abusive ways. It's long road to get healthy emotionally, mentally and physically but I'm trying. I use the excuse of that I don't like how I look to keep myself from getting back out there to keep myself safe :(
Always be on the lookout for the nearest exit or easiest path to get away quickly.
Again, to some extend a good thing. If you need to find exit in a store where you stopped for drink on long ride, it is bit crazy, but learning where the fire exit is in your workplace is completely normal (at least I think so).
Well, sure knowing where the fire exits are but it's not that. It's about being on gaurd. My step dad was abusive. My brother and I have had to climb out the bedroom window when he was trying to break the door down when he was in a drunken rampage. I still make sure to have an escape plan wherever I am.
Load More Replies...This *can* be a sign of trauma, but it can also simply be situational awareness. In fact, knowing where the exits are is one of the FBI's tips for surviving active shooter situations.
I do this, not as much because of trauma, but because of my anxiety and hypervigilance. I enter a building, where's the exit. Don't like elevators, what if it gets stuck. Don't like being in a multi story building at all. What if it falls? What if I get stuck high up? So on and so forth. I'm always in fight or flight mode, to the point where I can barley enjoy life anymore. Give me something, I can find a reason to be scarred of it. Its almost easier to not think, except I have a hyperactive brain as well, so I can't not think, and this causes me to miss stuff other people say, leading to guiltiness, leading to all sorts of things. I honestly don't have very much trauma compared to some people, but have terrible mental health issues and just things that are usually signs of trauma, which only makes life harder.
Always be aware of your surroundings. Especially when traveling. It's a good trait to teach your children.
Lots of comments about safety, but this can also be the flight response sitting just beneath the surface, always always ready to kick in. No space feels safe.
I people please at all times. I thought I was kind but I’m actually trying to be as agreeable as possible out of fear.
Maybe out of fear of rejection, too? I am genuinely kind (well, try to be) but it's also because I'm lonely and in difficulty to make friends.
*screams into pillow in agreement*
Load More Replies...I think sometimes I'm too nice and agree too much or downplay but not so much out of fear but that I might be wrong or that I don't want to be seen as difficult and not liked.
Yelling and door slamming still gets me, at 37. Even if I know I didn't do anything wrong, a slammed door - even an accidental one - makes me jump out of my skin.
Also, speed reading. My mother "helped" me to learn to read. Her method was: one wrong word, one slap. I learned to read fast, so I can get away quicker.
The first one I absolutely relate to, but that second one, good lord.
At age 12 I was forced to take the Evelyn Wood speed reading course in summer school. It never did anything for me, except to make reading unpleasant. When I couldn't remember certain things, I would be ridiculed in front of everyone.
Load More Replies...The first one is messed up; the second one is extra messed up and kinda strange. That's a terrible childhood :<
My apartment neighbors do not understand the meaning of "shutting" the door. They constantly slam indoor and outdoor doors. Everytime it give me a "fight or flight" response.
Asking for permission to do literally anything, double-checking that I was doing the right thing, and always second-guessing myself. Like to an abnormal level.
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Yep. I'm 33 years old, make six figures, and when me and my husband are out running errands on the weekend I will ask his permission to go use the bathroom or to buy a drink or anything. It's ridiculous. And I know if people hear me doing it they will likely assume he's abusive, but nope, just 18 years living with an abusive father.
Same deal in my last foster home. "May I have a snack?" "May I be excused from the table?" "May I go to bed?"
To this day I still sleep on my stomach. When I failed the 4th grade my dad was beyond [mad] at his son being a failure. He told my Mom to leave the house and had me drop my pants and take my whipping like a Man. He beat me so long and so hard that the belt cut into my flesh and there were chunks that were hanging loose. I literally had to take a pillow to school the next week to sit down on. The teacher was concerned so she called the principle, vice-principle and two other teachers as witnesses and had me drop my pants in the boys restroom. they were horrified but didn't report anything when I told them why I was beaten they told me to study harder to stop this from happening again. That was decades ago but I still sleep on my stomach and never fail at anything I try to do.
hope your dad died miserably and in pain, preferably by falling into a meat grinder at a pet food factory.
Did you hear about the butcher who backed into a meat grinder? He got fired for getting a little behind in his work.
Load More Replies...Your school failed you. They should have immediately called the cops.
His mother failed him also. When our son was born, I made sure my husband knew - That if i even suspected abuse - his azz would be grass and I would be the weed wacker. I do not know how his mother did not DESTROY his father. This was NOT the 1800's I was around in the 90's women could survive - even with the AH in prison or a grave.
Load More Replies...The teachers, vice principal, and principal also failed you. That kind of abuse should have been reported on the spot. I’m so sorry
I hate fathers. The bare minimum in parenting and they are f*****g hero's, but most are absent or psychotic bullies like this a*****e. Or only take interest in their kid of they are male and can throw a ball. Mom's aren't much better, but I will give them credit for all the grunt work they do that goes unsung.
Like how the f**k does one see what this child was going through, and tell the child to study harder, to prevent being beaten? How does a mother leave the house (she f*****g knew) and let this beast beat her child? I'm so angry after reading this. All the adults should have been put in prison. F**k them.
I had nearly zero control over my life for most of my childhood. Now I need to have absolute control over nearly every situation, specifically driving.
I chose not to have kids of my own because of the trauma my parents inflicted. That one I knew about.
The big one I didn't know about was masking. Always being afraid to show my own personality, likes, feelings, or interests because I subconsciously feared that people would use them to make fun of me and reject me.
I also have an aversion to obese people because one babysitter I had when I was 5 thought it'd be funny to sit on me until I couldn't scream anymore. She was about 300lbs.
Also not using spices on my food as an adult. Growing up in constant survival mode, food wasn't something I got to really enjoy.
I'm close to 300 pounds myself. I'd love to go head-to-head with that POS. She'd learn in a hurry why that little number was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. 🤨
You could always babysit a friend's kid or foster short term to see how it would work out? It's obviously up to you but I think you'd be better at it than you think. No one is perfect
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I used to loathe physical touch.
After much contemplation, I realized I didn't trust anyone enough to make myself vulnerable, even for a hug.
The only physical contact I allow and really enjoy is those of animals, like a dog or cat wanting cuddles. Guess that's due to the fact that the only time I got touched by other people in my youth was intended to cause pain
When you've constantly had your body autonomy violated by adults as a child, you learn to avoid anyone who's touchy-feely. Anyone who feels entitled to give someone unwanted hugs and kisses (in spite of hearing the word, "No!") needs a good ásswhipping. Just my opinion, for what it's worth.
Same. I have a huge aversion to touch but with the one person i *actually* trust i always want hugs but never ask bc i feel like I’m being annoying or clingy
My family never hugged, or they did the sideways, one-arm hug that meant nothing. Until I met a bunch of ravers and they hugged for everything, and I learned to be good with it.
This was me, but for a different reason. At 18, I started to force myself to accept physical touch because I wanted to be "normal". It was awful. At 19 I used to kiss boys and then shunned them. Little by little I felt more and more confortable, I learnt to enforce limits... but it was a long and lonely road.
If I'm relaxing, and someone walks into the room, I will immediately act like I was in the middle of doing something or about to start doing something. I have to be busy in the presence of other people. I also move around very quietly and shut doors softly without thinking about it. It was best to be invisible growing up.
I do the opposite, of I've gone up to bed but am looking at something on my phone and my BF comes up, I immediately turn it off and put the phone away, anything like I was just getting ready to sleep. Stems from being yelled at for doing ANYTHING that wasn't reading a book (didn't have smart phones in the 80s and 90s), homework, or chores, and I never listen to YouTube videos or my own music when relaxing, only when cleaning our working, because that's the only time it's acceptable to impose what I want to listen to on others
The words "We need to talk" and "I need to talk to you" always freaks me out. My husband said it once when we were first dating and I suddenly burst into tears. Those phrases were always loaded and always negative, they were always prefacing me getting torn down emotionally about why I wasn't doing enough, being enough, blah blah. It's such a common thing to say to someone so sometimes I have trouble not freaking out to this day and I'm 40 years old.
yep, those words should always be followed with a short description of the subject you need, if you want to avoid the person you are saying them to having a pulse that goes through the roof. Don't just leave that person hanging there for a period to imagine the worst (being dumped, being fired etc.)
People who were never abused don’t get it. They don’t think it’s a problem. But it is incredibly triggering. Just a short heads up what they want to talk about, or just “oh don’t worry, it’s a good thing” or something along those lines, would make such a difference.
Load More Replies...Having parents who rarely spoke to us kindly, those words still put me on high alert.
I took me 5 years to not ask what I did wrong every time my boss wanted to talk to me.
"We need to talk" is universal language for "I'm going to break your heart". I prefer "can we have a conversation about something when you aren't busy?" Because it doesn't have the emotional weight and seeks collaboration with the other person and respects their time
I cannot just sit and *be*. I took up crochet a few years back, and that helps. But my asshat parents (mom & stepdad) ALWAYS demanded I be doing something: * hand washed dishes for a family of 6 daily * vacuumed * folded all family laundry * swept, mopped, waxed kitchen floor. * cleaned main bathroom * my bedroom was expected to be clean 24/7 * I had to "entertain" my younger (by 6 and 8 years) brother and sister. I swear to christ I raised them. I would make up games to get them to help me clean. I would take them to the park. Make them lunch, sometimes we'd picnic. We'd play games. Most of the time I didn't mind, but I was NEVER ALLOWED TO JUST DO WHAT I WANTED. Once, my mom was making dinner. In a rare "down" moment, I was reading a book up in my loft bed. Our house wasn't very big, but a few minutes in, there's my mom bellowing for me to come to the kitchen. I save my place, climb down, walk across the house, only to be told "get me a stick of butter out of the fridge." Like...b***h the stove is FOUR FEET from the fridge. Could you not make that journey? I'm not here to be your f*****g minion. And that's why I have extreme issues with just "being." I feel that every minute must be filled with something productive, and god forbid someone else is "working" in the house, I cannot be still. I feel obliged to help, or I'm a lazy a*s. Working on it all in therapy. Actually, looking back over the past year, I think I've made strides. Sometimes I get home from work and just lay on my bed playing a mindless game on my phone for half hour. I have tried very hard to parent my kids in the most absolute opposite way. Their "down" time is not interrupted by me. I absolutely would never, ever, beckon to them from across the house to do something i could do in 5 seconds. :/ And I don't use them to be my house servants. Older kid DID have to babysit often when she was old enough, but just for the limited time between school and when husband I got home from work. We wouldn't enlist her to be our go-to sitter to go kick it on a Friday night. Phew. I have a lot of feelings about this still, and I'm almost 50.
Raised in the same type of house. I could only rest IF my stepmother rested & approved me to as well. Still had to run errands for her, massage her feet (no joke), get her a snack, do the dishes after she cooked even though I helped her cook, etc. It developed a pattern of codependency I am still working through today.
When my Dad was dating my stepmother, one of the things he promised her was she wouldn't have to do house work because he had 3 slaves to do it for her. After they married she absolutely treated us like house slaves and punished us when we didn't do it to her ever higher standards.
My mother is a narcissist and a clean freak. I also could do nothing to her satisfaction and still can't. She's 80 now and just as insufferable as always. My husband died suddenly last year and I was forced to move in with her after losing everything. I'm 56 years old now and living in a constant state of anxiety, walking on egg shells.
Doing everything for everyone without being able to accept anyone doing anything for me. I only feel lovable and worthy if I am able to do things for others. Once that’s removed, what’s the point of me? And why would anyone do the same for me if I cannot provide the same, tenfold? Now I have cancer and letting my partner take care of me without debilitating guilt has been awful. This is as a result of my whole childhood being based around how I could make my mom feel better whenever she needed. Not her fault, she was traumatised too.
When you get stuck in that loop, just ask yourself this: "I get to feel pleasure when I help others, so why am I depriving them of the same experience by not letting them help me?". It is important to remember that rejecting a "pressent" that others wants to give you, even when done out of "politness" can feel like a slap in the face for them. So in many cases, the best thing you can do is just to accept their offer, and show some grattitude, and both of you will feel better as a result. Remember that there is such a things as the gift of giving, and that it does not just apply to you.
I really like this advice and I hope I'll be able to personally utilize this in the near future.
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I try to answer questions and solve situations not based on what I think or want, but on what I think the person who asked them would expect or be more likely to appreciate.
Related: I also have a serious difficulty in making decisions. I must always weigh the pros and cons of everything and in the end decide what is objectively the best thing to do, that benefits most people and/or causes less damage. I never manage to choose what I personally and egoistically want, because I seriously DONT KNOW what I want.
Sometimes because of the impossibility to satisfy everyone or not discontent anyone my brain just crashes and I freeze on the spot.
When I feel like I'm being coerced, leveraged, ultimatum -ed or in any other way manipulated into doing something I have said a clear "no" to, I completely lose my s**t. I escalate the situation to maximum hostility. I basically DARE the person to "do their worst" and, in the moment, I actually feel like I'm enjoying the fight. I was raised in a cult, and as a kid resistance was not met with violence or torture, but with persistent, never ending "reasoning" (propaganda) until I folded. That is until I was 12 and started flatly refusing. It got very bad for a bit, but ultimately this led to me being allowed to LEAVE as I was becoming a "bad influence " on the other children. Something in my young brain just snapped into place. "If you dig in your heels and get nasty, eventually you will be left alone." I've been trying my whole life to consciously modify this behavior. To choose other, less confrontational, more socially acceptable ways to deal with people I see as pushy, intrusive, or just too persistent. At 45, I'm pretty successful at this. But the whole "I'll burn it to the ground before I surrender it to you" defense is still, sadly, the default I'm always clawing my way back from.
I do this as well after being raised by a narcissistic mother and ending up in relationships with narcissistic men.
I do this too. When a person says one mean thing about me I go seriously crazy. Tearing at their flesh and ripping at my own eyes.
I go from zero to 100 and you can beat me to a bloody pulp and I still will not let you get the last hit off of me. I call it my tornado mode.
I've ruined multiple relashionships because I never believed they loved me. Its incredibly frustrating, deep down I dont believe I have anything in me that a person would fall in love with. So when they tell me they love me I get suspicious and upset and start sabotaging the relationship. I figure there must be an ulterior motive and that they are manipulating me.
Also, I only feel comfortable sleeping with heavy clothes on and multiple blankets. When I was a kid the man who abused me made me sleep naked and would sneak into my bed at night. Sleeping the way I do now is the only way I feel safe. I would guess it's a result of the abuse.
Wow, this just made me realize the reason why I feel the need to always have a comforter or thicker blanket on me, no matter what time of year and even though I'm extremely claustrophobic I need to have said blanket pulled all the way up to my face/chin. I will not sleep naked and I prefer to wear clothes that don't over expose myself.
I am so sorry. The abuser was the manipulator that caused your fear; he groomed you, told you he loved you, told you to be quiet about it, etc- it is very logical that you would feel that way. I cannot say words that would make this go away, but I would get some self- help so that you can begin to understand why you cannot accept love. It is not just what you wear at night- that man caused everything. I wish you the very best.
I'm insanely flinchy, like I get startled super easily. People try to jump out and scare me, and they laugh when I jump back. I wish they knew, as it hurts sometimes knowing why it always gets me.
I do the same thing. One of my friends who’s actually annoying scares me all the time like sneaks up on me and jumps me and it makes me hate her. She’s a good person and i love her dearly but i hate how she does that it kills me and i often have like panic attacks that i hide bc then she wants me to talk about it but i dont want to talk about with her bc i dont trust her enough and when she gets all sad i dont trust her but I can’t tell her its not her fault and I can’t tell her why. The other kids like to scare me too and so does one of my teachers “its fun to tease you ur so sweet” yeah ok thanks
Maybe tell them it hurts you when they do that and it makes you not trust them. You don't exist to be their source of entertainment, you deserve respect. If you're able to say that they hopefully will hear you. Protect yourself, you deserve to feel safe 🙏💜
Load More Replies...I'm like this too. I was badly attacked one night in my parking space. Left bloody and terrified. If someone comes up to me without me noticing I freak out because I realize I wasn't hypervigilant enough to sense a person near me.
Stepping away from persons of the opposite sex showing interest and being cold. Pretty much killed a few dozen potential relations with marvelous people. That's the result of being told years after years I wasn't desired as a child. Hard to recover and trust people.
I can't sleep naked. I literally cannot.
I wasn’t abused in that way, but I just can’t sleep naked either. See, I lived alone a long time, knowing that if there was an intruder, I was the only one who would have to deal with them/get tf out of the house and to the nearest safe place, and I sure as hell was not going to try to do either of those things in the buff. No damned way. Now I’m married, but my husband is such a heavy sleeper he’d sleep through the end of the world. So it’s STILL going to be up to ME to deal with an intruder.
I cannot have a snack if someone is watching.
I’m the same way if it’s an “unhealthy” snack. My trauma gets to decide what’s healthy or not but it’s usually extreme. Celery stalks? Yes you can have an audience. Potato crisps? Nope, grab a handful and eat them in the pantry. Candy for no reason? What are you thinking?? Eat that in another room and bury the wrappers in the trash.
I will suffer in silence because I feel I need help but also anticipate vitriolic reprisal if I ask for help in the wrong way. I've been to therapy and am doing much better in that regard, but it still exists at the back of my mind.
The first time I asked for help for my depression, my mom actually showed of I needed help because she couldn't remember the last time she saw me smile. After seeing a counselor for the first time and my PCP discussing me with depression, we sat down with my dad to tell him. His response was what I expected: "I have worked my a$$ off your whole life to make sure you have everything you could ever want or need. I don't know why you'd WANT to be depressed. I have no sympathy."
My fear of men. My dad was always cold and distant to me and only talked to me when I f****d up. I just thought I got along better with girls, until I noticed I got utterly terrified everytime a grown man would talk to me, and how I could never hold a conversation with another guy. That’s one thing. That, and I have a horrible fear of change and risk, again, thanks to my dad. Thanks, dad. The trauma is great.
Start sweating and panicking if I hear my husband doing chores (specifically dishes) while I’m still at work. We both wfh but he’s off 90 minutes earlier, perfect time for him to catch up on housework right? Apparently not. I hear it and go right back to my childhood, dad is in a hitting mood and on his way home so mom is anxious and angry at everything and slamming stuff around to get the house clean as fast as possible.
I only just realized this about a month ago. When I was a kid, I did poorly on a spelling test due to being sick. A couple days later, my mom found out about it; I was raised by my grandparents so she hadn’t been kept fully up to date. At the restaurant when my mother found out about the test, she grabbed a fork and jabbed me hard in the side. My grandparents did pretty much nothing in response. To this day, close to four decades later, I still spell random words in my head, because failing a spelling test was worthy of public stabbing.
Did the grandparents actually see the mother do it? If not, I won’t say give them a pass because they weren’t on their guard around their daughter and looking out for their grandchild, but they were probably distracted by their own issues with their obviously disturbed child who couldn’t raise their grandchild herself—-and abusers love to distract potential witnesses to their crimes (yes, I am personally familiar with the craftiness of abusers)—-who may have done it out of their view. We would need more context to know if the fork jab was done where the grandparents could see it, which I doubt she would do, because they were in a public restaurant.
Those are parents that hopefully end up in the cheapest elderly care homes later in life
I can’t have music up loud (like above normal speaking volume) and if I have headphones in they’re really low volume or I’m only wearing one earbud, just in case there’s someone trying to get my attention - I’m terrified of being called for and not hearing it. Also I apologise for absolutely everything and am a people-pleaser to a toxic degree.
Violent outbursts to high stress situations, inability to talk about past negative experiences without re-living those memories and having an emotional reaction.
Yep, the inability to chose whether it's going to be fight or flight in a situation is maddening. I run from situations I know could handle and go straight into fight mode when someone negatively criticizes me. The emotional extremes are exhausting!
Load More Replies...I get dead calm - like emotionless until the situation is under control. I would end up being one of those spouses that must have killed their partner because I am not showing enough emotion...
I have a hard time giving my child the love that I feel inside for her. I don’t think she would notice, but I feel like I am holding back or keeping my distance sometimes. Also, I feel like I only have so much bandwidth for human interactions. Like they completely drain me because I’m probably trying to be someone for them vs just being comfortable in my own shoes.
Masking is like mental handcuffs. It takes so much energy to keep the mask up, that you are constantly making painful little sacrifices in order to keep it up. Truly OP, you should speak to a professional and figure out WHY. It coukd be childhood trauma, or an undiagnosed mental disability.
Binge eating. Cause I didn't have enough food growing up and my food was restricted when I had to stay at my dad's because they had all this food that we didn't have at home, so they couldn't understand why I was eating too much or hiding food in my pockets. I confronted my dad about it kinda recently and he said that never happened. Thx dad. Awesome closure, and we can move onto having an actual relationship now. Or not
Seeking out for attention and affection from women compulsively because I didn't get it from my mother. And I'm choosing always the "broken" ones
Self-sabotage. The "broken" ones can't give the affection their partner deserves because they are dealing with their own trauma, too.
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Load More Replies...Skin picking. I developed OCD from a traumatic experience as a child, and picking is my subconscious attempt at self regulation. I had to go through 5 therapists to actually get an answer as to WHY I pick so much. I've gotten a lot better about it this year and I just hope the trend continues.
I've done skin picking for as long as I can remember. I don't know why, I didn't have any trauma when I started doing it around five years old. I'm 47 and still do it and its embarrassing. My fingers look horrific. I have deep scars al over my upper back and legs. I'll catch people staring at it once they notice and I feel so much shame. Not to mention the pain. I will be working myself over and in so much pain my brain is screaming stop and I honestly can't make myself stop.
it's really pervasive, I understand. My ex husband used to smack my hands or try to hold my hand to stop me from doing it but it made me irritated and the urge got stronger. The longest I would go without doing it was when I played video games but it's never gone away
Load More Replies...I have scars all up and down my arms from doing this. People ask and I just say they are chicken pox scars.
Money. I tend not to waste it. **Bathroom Shy**. Meaning I have trouble going if people are in a public restroom or if i hear people talking outside the door. This stems from when I was a child camping my uncle took a pic of me pooping in the woods. They would bring that pick out every get together and laugh at it because they knew i was embarrassed by it. Good job guys.
Laugh at situations and smile uncontrollably when I don't want to.
This is me! It makes it so hard to have to tell someone you made a mistake and them actually believe you have remorse for it.
I used to do this when I was uncomfortable. I was taught real quick to just have a blank face and take the "punishment."
Load More Replies...I assume everyone is secretly out to hurt me or against me so I insist on doing everything myself without help with little to no trust in anyone.
Same, because if something is perfect before your abuser walks in the room, you have to scramble to fix it before they see it. TBH, there were LOTS of times, after I was in my own, when I really could’ve used some help, but I still never asked for it. Too many people had told me to just call and they’ll come running, but when I actually picked up the phone and called them, they suddenly fell off the face of the Earth. So I don’t trust anyone’s promise to help me if I need it, because way too many a******s made empty promises and never intended to follow through on them, leaving me in the lurch, having to figure it out on my own.
I sucked my fingers until I turned 25 and then was comforted by my partner and started trying to heal and eventually stopped without realizing it.
As someone who had a traumatic childhood, I've noticed several ways in which the trauma has impacted my adult life. One thing I've realized is my constant state of hyper-vigilance. I'm always on edge, constantly scanning my environment for potential threats. It's like my mind is wired to expect danger at every turn, making it difficult to truly relax and feel safe. Another aspect is the deep-seated trust issues I struggle with. Growing up in an environment where trust was repeatedly broken has made it challenging for me to trust others and form secure attachments. It's a constant battle between wanting connection and fearing betrayal. Emotional dysregulation is another area where I've seen the impact of my traumatic past. I find myself experiencing intense mood swings, from feeling overwhelmed by even minor stressors to experiencing moments of deep sadness or anger that seem disproportionate to the situation. Managing and expressing emotions in a healthy way is a constant work in progress. Lastly, I've noticed self-destructive tendencies that stem from my childhood trauma. There are times when I engage in behaviors that are harmful to myself as a way to cope or numb the emotional pain I carry. It's a difficult cycle to break, but I'm committed to finding healthier coping mechanisms. Recognizing these patterns and understanding their origins has been an important part of my healing journey. Therapy and support have played a crucial role in helping me navigate and overcome the challenges that arise from my traumatic past. It's a ongoing process, but I believe that with time and support, healing is possible.
Never draw attention to myself. Also I don't like when people are loud. It triggers me.
Unless I can tell 110% that someone is loud because they are laughing/happy, loud people make me want to run and hide, because growing up, if Dad was yelling, it meant he was mad, and I could become a target for that anger just by being seen
My entire personality is conflict avoidant. Related to this, if there's an argument and people are shouting, i feel like I'm having a headache or a mini panic attack even if said people are strangers.
Yep! Had an issue w/ my BF and his BFF/ our roommate where BF was ready to beat the guy to a pulp, and I flat out said "I will leave. I will call my sister, get a plane ticket to Atlanta, and leave the two of you to figure out the f*ck out alone!"
Zone out. It took me years to realise that it was disassociation and not just me being "a space cadet" I was zoning out when upset or having flashbacks.
Not remembering the majority of my childhood. Never feeling proud of my accomplishments. Over-independency to the point it affects my personal relationships. Hating everyone while trying to please them at the same time. Avoiding confrontation out of fear of violence. Weird fetishes as a result of SA, the list goes on
Never feeling proud of any accomplishments, because any tone you did anything praiseworthy, instead all you for was criticism, or comments about how much BETTER someone else did
Taking care of everyone else to the extent that i was essentially acting like a parent for them. I didn’t realize that this wasn’t normal till I had talked to a therapist. I had to take care of myself and siblings at the age of 6 and do everything my parents were supposed to do.
crying when i receive any kind of gift. i was spoiled as a kid with the caveat that we were super poor. so every gift was really a guilt trip. my mom would buy me amazing toys then if i didnt play with them constantly it was “well i couldve spent that money on food” “a lot of kids dont have toys” “im doing this to make you happy” when id ask her to stop buying me things
Good parents make the necessary sacrifices that they have to make for their children. It is their responsibility. But some parents also choose to make unnecessary sacrifices at the expense of their children. They crave and need their childrens gratitude and happiness in order to feel validated. If they don't get it, they guilt-trip, because they are disappointed that they did not get what they wanted. It's all about them and not about you. It wasn't your fault that your family was poor. It wasn't your fault that your mother chose to prioritize giving you gifts that she couldn't afford. All her own responsibility, none of yours. I think you do understand that now, but it's still worth repeating.
I comfort all of my friends in all aspects of life. They literally all nicknamed me “dad” as a “joke.” I also never get angry, I will make an infinite amount of excuses for peoples actions. Which is extremely unhealthy. I didn’t realize I only do this to fill the void left in me by my parents lack of showing any emotions except anger. I was so focused on fixing the painful things I overlooked the things trauma caused that aren’t outwardly toxic.
I’ve become a pathological liar, and I don’t know how to get help for it. If there even is help for it, I mean I try not I notice the damage it causes, but I can’t seem to stop. I’m still young relatively, but I fear the damage is becoming irreversible.
I had a friend like this. Once I noticed what was going on I tried to help her to get out of the habit. If she was talking to me and told a lie the deal was she had to stop and admit it was a lie and then tell the truth. She trusted me a lot and so I got to be like her accountability partner. It seemed to help after a few months of practice with her every day life.
This happens when you grow up in an abusive authoritarian household. You learn to spin a believable lie to avoid punishment. So many parents just don’t f*****g GET IT. Then they’re absolutely mystified why their grown kids go full no contact with them, because the parents never see that what they did to their kids was WRONG AF.
You have to lie because the punishment is so disproportionate and severe.
Load More Replies...Pathological lying (ie lying about stupid stuff that doesn't matter as well as big stuff that does, without even thinking about it) is a form of conflict avoidance, self protection, and also a result of being ignored. You lie about where you spend your time because if they find out where you really are, they might show up. You lie about what you ate because you don't want the criticism over what you eat and what you weigh. You lie about don't something cool because you want approval, for someone to think you are worthy of liking. Therapy can help with this, as can showing down and thinking about what you are going to say before you do, and like the others comment said, holding yourself accountable to stop, about what you said was a lie, and tell the truth. Also, journal about the lies you tell, thinking about WHY you told that particular lie at that time.
Vulnerability, I finally can be* (with the right people), but for years and years none, when you're used to being beat with any weakness shown you learn not to show any. *And its amazing, finally understood there could never be anything real without it.
Perfectionism? My parents have been pretty strict to me for studies and it went to such extent that whatever I do I need to do it perfectly If I don't It weighs me down and i feel bad And the worst thing is When I work in teams, for eg I'd be a pressure on others because of this I'd like to work on it.
Asking my husband if he's ok all the time 😊
OMG, THIS! My BF is a pretty chill, stoic, quiet guy and I'm always trying to read his silence for any hints of him being upset or annoyed with me
I (28f) always just want to leave when s**t gets hard. Relationships, jobs, anything. Leaving instead of working through problems has caused a lot of problems.
Whenever I eat or drink anything, I feel like I HAVE to finish it. Doesn't matter if it's too much, or even if I don't like it, if I started consuming it, it must be finished. I never thought anything of it until I met my best friend. He'll leave a 1/3rd of a sandwich because he's full, or leave the bottom of a beer because he doesn't like it, etc. Once I thought about it, the fact that my mother ALWAYS told us we couldn't leave the table until we'd eaten everything on our plate(even if we weren't hungry) became engraved in me. I'm still struggling with it to this day and it makes things like buying snacks or even ordering at restaurants difficult because if I order too much or open something.....I'm going to eat it all still...
...and that is the path to becoming obese. Our body actually have a pretty good mechanism for regulating our food intake, but we have to listen to it and stop eating when we feel full. Eating that extra food, just because you put in on your plate does nothing good for your body. Of course you should respect your food, and especially the animals who's life was taken to provide you with the meat, and don't mindlessly poor masive amount of food on your plate all the time. So think a bit ahead, learn from your mistakes, and remember that it is ok to go for seconds if you did not put enough on your plate the first time around. If you constantly ignores what your body is telling you and overeat, you'll just establish a new, unhealthy, "normal" over time.
...or the plant whose life was taken to provide you with the vegetables!
Load More Replies...I used to try to "be who I needed back then" by being super reliable to the point that it was toxic.
Yep. Trying to rescue “the child “ you were over and over and over.
Language is full of tripwires for me. I cannot tolerate vagueness, because it has been used against me so much.
This has been my issue when trying to date/have a romantic relationship with other women. I NEED complete transparency and direct language about what someone wants and doesn't want, and vague indications and head games like "if you really loved me, you'd KNOW why I'm upset" make me furious!
For years after I would get groceries I would walk thru the kitchen and stare at all the food I bought.
I grew up food insecure so I have a problem where I will buy groceries and then try to eat as little of them as I can in case I run out of money. Food insecurity really stuck with me.
Trying to either keep people happy or stay out of the way. My mother has a short fuse and I always bend over backwards to keep everyone happy.
This one may not have wide appeal, but I don’t spend money on myself. My fiancé and I have a joint bank account where we both put most of our money for bills, rent, gas, etc. But I put like 90% of my checks in there, and never touch it for anything personal. Even things like food I’m incredibly stingy with myself, but if my fiancé asks if she can use joint for something I say yes 100% of the time. I think this may come from a rough relationship I had through my highschool years where I worked 2+ jobs at once and if I didn’t take my partner out to dinner 5+ times a week she was mad at me.
That's super toxic. I struggle with guilt over spending money because like you, my second husband would say yes 100% of the time, even when we COULDN'T afford it, didn't pay my student loans or my credit cards (but swore he did), then blamed ME for our financial issues and left me for another woman over it
I just realized this while reading through the replies. When younger, my dad would always promise to give me stuff I wanted (a game, guitar, drums, cellphone, clothes, etc.) But he would never come through, and I know he might have had economic issues now, but then, I just thought he forgot or it was just an empty promise, so now in my daily adult life I realized that I try to never get hyped up for stuff, or don't buy myself stuff that I like or want for no reason at all, and it's something friends have even commented about, when gifting me stuff, I just say a thanks and move on.
I don't make big shows of emotion when receiving things because of this. It's usually a quiet thank you, that's really nice.
Whenever my partner is upset about anything or is just stressed about anything that's not to do with me I do 1 of 2 things. I shut down all of my feelings and do everything to make him feel better and squish down all of my own feelings or I get scared and upset and start apologising and making it all my fault. Caused by a fear of abandonment and an explosively angry alcoholic farther. Who I love very dearly. He's got an addiction and as I've grown I see how hard he trys to quit. He wasn't the best dad, but he did his best. And that's all I could of asked for. And I'm honestly thankful for him.
I do this, but that's probably because my so-called partner has a TBI and no emotional regulation, goes from zero to sixty in a thousandth of a second. I hate being screamed at.
I have a severe TBI and marijuana is VERY helpful for emotional regulation. Maybe it could work for him too. Best of luck :)
Load More Replies...Welp, this week my new therapist pointed out that my eating disorders are a trauma response. I have issues with food scarcity and food-as-love as well as some contamination fears that may rise to OCD. And that's because of trauma, rather than congenital.
I relate to almost all of these so deeply. I wish I could be friends with everyone who contributed to this list. I feel like they are the only ones who could possibly understand why I'm considered "quirky"
I'm the same way, but instead of quirky I'm poison
Load More Replies...The funniest commedians had the most traumatic childhood. From decades of having to defuse a violent alcoholic parent without getting hit.
Thought I'd read the article to see if I had any of them.....the more I read the more I ended up saying 'yep' to myself.
My parent was the epitome of self-sabotage. This has turned me into someone who self-sabotages as well, but because I'm aware of it, I'm now constantly correcting myself to NOT self-sabotage. This is so stressful, like I can't ever relax and just go with the flow because I know I will end up in a self-loathing, self-pitying non-productive state of mind from which I then need to motivate myself to get out of. I hate it.
In retrospect, I may have actually been through wayyy more than I give myself credit for.
I relate to almost all of these so deeply. I wish I could be friends with everyone who contributed to this list. I feel like they are the only ones who could possibly understand why I'm considered "quirky"
I'm the same way, but instead of quirky I'm poison
Load More Replies...The funniest commedians had the most traumatic childhood. From decades of having to defuse a violent alcoholic parent without getting hit.
Thought I'd read the article to see if I had any of them.....the more I read the more I ended up saying 'yep' to myself.
My parent was the epitome of self-sabotage. This has turned me into someone who self-sabotages as well, but because I'm aware of it, I'm now constantly correcting myself to NOT self-sabotage. This is so stressful, like I can't ever relax and just go with the flow because I know I will end up in a self-loathing, self-pitying non-productive state of mind from which I then need to motivate myself to get out of. I hate it.
In retrospect, I may have actually been through wayyy more than I give myself credit for.
