Thanks for caring enf to reply. I don't know if people think it is a lie or what, I didn't tell my whole story but I did try counseling and when I put my history in writing because I could not speak it, she cried when reading it, I think that did it for me. I figured they had heard it all. I keep being told I am a "survivor" -- I have a nice house I am buying a good job, WONDERFUL children, and a FEW friends, my criteria for "friend" is too hard for most to meet. NONE, I repeat< NONE of my friends know my WHOLE story, and one or two have said the past doesn't matter, I believe to a degree it does because your past DOES make you who you are.
Before age 16 I was a very cold person, NOW I think I have too much empathy -- I have been told by professionals they have never seen anyone so able to put theirself in another's position.
As far as my guilt, I think my BIGGEST guilt is not being there whn I should have most. My guilt is as my sister said relieved her of alot was when her counselor (she's had alot) told her when she was so angry at me she needed to realize th guilt I had to carry the rest of my life.
My BIGGEST burden, well, I'll shre with you a short version of where I am: my mother got sick, no one held me, my mother had surgery-no one held me; mom died, I was not there but no one held me (the most I got was what sent me home when I was told 3 months later I killed her with worry); Dad died, no one held me. Think all this would make me REALLY cold, and to some degree it does, but it has also made me very awre of others feelings & needs.
People walk all over me because I "understand".
You can hurt me over & over (emotionally) and I'll find a way to understand or make it my fault; the kink in it is, and I tell everyone up front, you hurt one of my children (biological or decided to adopt me & I agreed - or grandchildren), I'll be all over you like you never knew before & I'll be your worst nightmare -- no excuses no reasons.
People come to me with their problms, even @ work, guess cause I help in some way; I can put myself in their shoes. . . even when I try to disuss a problem whoever has their own & to me that is moer important.
My problems aren't important, I guess I feel I can deal with anything; I've been asked when is my price paid for not being there for mom? I don't know.
I guess I cnnot remember the last time I felt loved, secure or safe by anyone but me and I can't seem to "trust" anyone enf to find a soft place to fall. But I am so-o-o tired of fighting battles alone, so-o-o tired hurting, so-o-o-o tired of noone being there, and I don't know if its that I don't know how to let them or if mybe its just me.
Thanks for caring; sorry it took so long I have a REALLY crazy scdle