I don't know why I'm writing this at such a late hour, but I feel like I need to get this off of my chest.
I had a meeting today with my therapist, and at the time it seemed fairly unproductive. He's actually not a great therapist, despite being a highly respected therapist within the local transgender community...but I digress. I was talking about some fairly common relationship woes (and this nasty, sarcastic persona I tend to use) when me said "Sure, I can see why you'd put up that wall, after everything you've been through, the bullying and dysphoria and abuse-it makes sense". I guess this just flew over my head at the time, but I've been thinking about this all day, and trying to wrap my mind all of this.
My folks never showed me any affection outside material objects, and made a lot of choices "for my own good" that cost me dearly, when I began to have trouble as a child (which began exactly around the same time I stopped dressing up as a girl, which was something they thoroughly ignored. I can't remember a single tender, caring moment. Part of me is still certain this is my fault-and I'm not the type to believe something that isn't true. I struggled with mental health issues for a while, and still do occasionally-and when I'm at my worst, I say very terrible things. Just the other day, something happened that I think is perfectly illustrates how messed up all of this is-I mentioned to my mother that I was feeling sick (I still try to get sympathy and affection from time to time from her), and she told me it was just in my head. I don't know-is that sort of absence, and refusal to validate anything I do or say abusive? And even then, is it justified? I simply don't know.
How can someone know if they've suffered this sort of abuse, when they've been nasty and hurtful to others? What is and isn't your own fault? ...I think I need more therapy.