This morning, I had an appointment with my genetic counselor. Later this afternoon, I will have my 19 week anatomy scan, and a few days later, I will see my maternal fetal medicine doctor to further discuss my high risk pregnancy. Then tonight, I have therapy.
If that sounds like a lot, that’s because it is a lot.
It’s hard living with this genetic disorder myself, and it’s even harder knowing that I passed it down to at least 2 of my children. I won’t know if this baby will suffer from this genetic disorder (essentially muscular dystrophy with heart complications) for a few more weeks, but I’m glad I’ll be able to find out before he’s born.
I haven’t seen this little boy on an ultrasound for a few weeks now, so I’m excited to see him in a few hours and make sure he’s growing as expected with no issues (hopefully).
Later tonight I have therapy, and I’m hoping that goes better than it has. We’ve been having a rough time lately, but after last week, I’m hoping the trajectory of that has changed, and we’re back on the right path.
I had a lot of thinking and work to do in terms of introspection. I have a lot of unhealthy, unconscious patterns that I’m trying to bring into the conscious level, and let me tell you, that’s much easier said than done.
“It’s unconscious and buried for a reason.”
I know that I do a lot of looking for love and affection in any sense from other people. I’ll ask them if they like me, or tell them that they don’t, because I want to hear that they do.
I want to hear any of the positive things that I never got to hear during my life. No one ever told me that they loved me, or anything positive, so I guess I do crave that a bit. And I tell people that they don’t care, because really, I want to hear them tell me that they do.
I know there are a lot more things I need to learn and uncover about myself, but I know that’s at least a start. There are an abundance of ways in which I sabotage myself, and I have a LOT of unconscious insecurity.
I know it effects my life in a significant way, and I know it warps my view of things in a negative light. But the hardest part I think is bringing it from the unconscious level to the conscious level.
I’m honestly stuck and having trouble bringing more things up, and it’s not for lack of trying.
Maybe I just don’t want to be real with myself, maybe I don’t want to face some of it, maybe it’s too hard to admit.
Why do I feel the way that I feel, why do I do the things that I do? Think the things that I think?
Gee, I don’t know, because there’s been no part of my life that hasn’t been riddled with abuse and trauma?
Because I’ve suffered from every type of abuse that exists? Because I’ve been traumatized, raped, hurt, verbally and physically abused by people in my life that were supposed to love me?
Or is it because I have no fucking idea what love and security really is, and now I’m supposed to (and trying so fucking hard) model those very things for my own children in a healthy and appropriate way?
I mean, it’s like pick your fucking poison. I am in imperfect person, fighting to live a life that resembles normalcy. And yes, sometimes I fail. But I am trying.
I don’t know. It’s just hard, and it’s a lot.
I want tonight to go well in therapy, but I’m worried that I’ll be too shut down and worried about saying something that’s not good enough.
Insecure attachment is shit. And it effects every aspect of my life. I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of letting all the harmful and painful parts of my life control me.
I just want to feel better. I know I don’t have healthy relationships with other people. It’s impossible to when you don’t have a secure attachment, and I don’t have that with anyone. I’m insecure in every single relationship I exist in. And it sucks.
I wish everything didn’t have to be this hard. I’m just ready for things to be better.
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It sounds like your boys are securely attached to you, so that’s a pretty huge accomplishment.
I hope that all is well on the scan and that therapy goes ok tonight.
I hope they are! I do my best for them, but I’ll always question if it’s enough.
Wow, that’s a lot. I’m sorry about all that you’re going through and could feel your pain when I read your words. It must be so hard and so brutal. I pray that your little guy should be okay in there! And May there be only good news and perfect health for this little one ♥️
I hope therapy goes well tonight and that you can further work on your self-discovery journey.
Thank you! Yes, fingers crossed that this little one is healthy at least. Therapy is often tumultuous, but there’s definitely never a lack of content to talk about 😜🙃
As long as I’m making progress and not going backwards, I’ll take it.
I’m so happy to hear that! Thank God! Haha, theres always what to talk about as long as we’re alive 😊
I think you’re giving your family the best of you. That you let them know how much they’re loved because it’s what you missed so much while growing up. They know you are there for them, making them feel more secure and maybe also more sure of themselves and what they can accomplish!
I totally get needing to hear that people care. I often also feel alone and like to be confirmed in that they do care, that I’m not alone fighting my daily battles….
Sending much love and big hugs from this side of the big pond! 🤗
Yes, knowing and feeling like you aren’t alone is more helpful than I think a lot of people realize.
I hope I’m doing a decent job with them, but I guess I won’t know until they’re adults and they either love me or tell me off 😂
Yes I always enjoy talking about it. Not that the topics are fun! But that people understand and sometimes are able to provide me with different ideas and views on what I’m (or we’re) experiencing. 😊
I believe that if you’d be doing it wrong, the off telling would start at a young age. Kids these days can be very verbal. Or so I have noticed with a few kids from friends 😂
Yes, they really are 😂
Thank you for sharing!