Would you rather…be hurt or watch someone you love get hurt?
I’ve been overthinking again.
Maybe the dreary weather has been making me all dreary inside.
It was my childhood.
I feel alone.
If I said I grew up with an alcoholic parent, many of you could relate. But my parents rarely drank. It wasn’t that.
How could you understand?
My autistic/schizophrenic brother Matt hurt me again and again. He threatened me with a knife. He kicked, clawed, bit, hit, scratched, pulled my hair, and punched me on a regular basis without consequences.
My dad was either depressed, angry, or apathetic. He neither hit nor hugged me, but he tore me apart with his words.
My mother was more concerned about Matt than anyone else. If a person needed to pull Matt off of someone he was hurting, she was more concerned that their hands would grab onto him too tightly.
I lost my best friend from high school because Matt hurt her. I was the maid of honor in her wedding, but she wasn’t invited to mine. My mom said, “Oh well, you were going in different directions anyway.” But I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
I always defended my mother and her actions. I can’t seem to see that she did anything wrong.
I always demonized my dad. He never did anything right.
My parents fought a lot. Luke and I sided with my mom. Mark sided with my dad.
There must’ve been some coping mechanism in place to view someone as all bad or all good. Any thoughts to the contrary are declined. I can’t seem to break through it.
When Matt grew up, he threatened to hurt or kill our children at some time or another. Did I expect things to be any different?
How could I feel angry at Matt when he is severely mentally ill? His mind thinks like that of a young child forever.
So I walk this journey of healing alone, or so I think.
I was thinking about it this morning. My brothers Mark and Luke lived through this hell with me. I always thought I had it the hardest because not only was I expected to be a caregiver, I was at the receiving end of most of Matt’s attacks.
But then I thought about something else…
Is it easier to be hurt or is it easier to watch someone you love being hurt and not be able to do anything about it??
I know, I am starting to sound like the horrible ‘Would you Rather?’ game that my daughter has. Would you rather stab yourself in the eye with a needle or nail your hand to the table??
I would rather not be hurt at all. But, I would rather be hurt than to watch a loved one suffer and be powerless to do anything about it.
I recently came to the realization that my younger brothers are victims in this as much as I am. The sound of me crying is etched in their minds. They are haunted by the same demons.
It was my brother Luke’s birthday this week. I wished him a happy birthday and this is how he replied…when we have time, I would like to talk more in depth about when we grew up if you would be open to that.
We never really talked about it, our childhood, in depth.
He wanted to know if I would be open to talking…
I am not alone, my brothers were there right with me.
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❤️ Thanks! Just too much thinking again. I will be okay.
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