I surpassed my dad by the time I was twenty. I surpassed my mom by the time I was seven, but it was even clearer about a year and a half ago when I did at the age of twenty two what she still hasn't in her fifties. I was kicked out the house when I was eighteen. My brother is now twenty and not only does he still live with his parents, but he calls mommy for a ride home when it's an easy twenty minute walk. Pathetic. My sister still relies on my parents to pay for her insurance and she is twenty three. Seriously, if any of them wants to come up with some excuses, I could quite easily point to my situation. But see, here's the problem:
Everyone in my family sees me as even more pathetic.
Why? I made some mistakes. "It's ok to make mistakes" right? Not for me, it's not. Want to know what those mistakes were? The ones I can never live down.
-I stood up to my dad. Helped me hold on to a shred of self esteem, enough to get stronger later, but also gave everyone an excuse to blame me for his behaviour.
-I couldn't understand what was happening or why I was so angry, so I told my mom. She took me to see a psychiatrist. I naively thought he would help me. I believed him when he misdiagnosed me (he has done this to a number of young people). There more to it than that, but no one really wants to hear it.
-I tried to commit suicide several times. Why? I took the drugs he gave me. I'm one of the people who should never be on drugs. Not that's an excuse for being so pathetic. And selfish. My brother later told me that I should have been there for him and I wasn't.
-I barely passed my classes in high school. Also because of the drugs and the school I missed while I was in the hospital.
-It wasn't until I was eighteen that I found out that I am was misdiagnosed (several professionals have told me this). By this point, everyone who knew me knew what I had been diagnosed as. The results were I was either hated for being wrong or they didn't believe that I'm not nuts.
-Actually, I am nuts now. Being abused affected me. Of course, being abused is no excuse and I'm not trying to excuse myself. I hate that I was weak enough to be affected.
-I made a lot of bad choices in terms of friends and boyfriends.
-Being raped affected me and I became promiscuous. Not anymore, but for awhile, yes.
-It took me a year of being homeless before I had my own place to stay and I had to have help.
-My last boyfriend who I moved across the country for and have a son with turned out to be another bad decision and I left him.
I hate it. I hate how I messed up so badly so much. I hate how my immediate family treats me as inferior. I hate how my extended family treat me like glass. I hate how I'm seen as the "screw up." I hate how I can never ever live it down. I hate how they tell me how well I'm doing with such simpering pity in their eyes and voices. It's like getting a participation award. It's demeaning. I hate how anyone who knew me then can only see my mistakes. They don't see me at all. Just my failures.
I wish they could see me for who I am, not what mistakes I've made.
Yes, I am still affected by this stuff. Yes, I know that makes me weak. Yes, I hate it. Yes, I am striving to change it. No, I am not depressed. I am alive and thriving and I think who I am is awesome. I wish others could see it that way. It is a normal human need to want others to treat us as equals and not the "screw up." I am no different and neither should I be.
It would be easy to say I should cut them out of my life. But my extended family are the ones who helped me when I was homeless and they don't mean anything by it. Yes, I know that getting frustrated with them is selfish.
And now I'm trans. Or I'm making yet another mistake. Either way, I can predict how it will be seen. It will be seen as me messing up again. Sure, some members of my family are fine with trans people. But it's another story when it's the "screw up." Then it's "here we go again."
Of course, I probably shouldn't even be saying this stuff because people think it's "depressing" and end up only seeing this stuff too. *sigh* I swear I am not that person anymore and that is not the real me.