I was thinking about this… My family can’t really come to terms with the fact that I have a mental illness, and that that mental illness keeps me from achieving more than what a normal person does. Both my sisters are high achievers, they have problems but no mental illness or disorder of any kind, just money issues one of them, the other some issues with herself but nothing serious. Well, they put me on this impossible to achieve standard because of that, it drives me to think that I will fail more than I actually will. I think you understand this…
My mom went through a phase where she completely shut me off, we stopped talking and she gave up on being a mother because of my behavior with drugs. She now feels guilty about that, so people can change I think.
We tend to look at our parents like they have the obligation to provide for us, be there and be parents, but that’s not always the case. Some parents just don’t know what to do with their children. Some parents are not fit to be parents.
We make a lot of mistakes, especially with MI, and it’s not always our fault, but some things are our responsibility to change.
I learned the hard way that I needed to take responsibility for my mistakes and I don’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Feeling sorry for ourselves only makes things worse, we become blocked and that blockage keep us from achieving what we can achieve, being strong and independent for example.
I hope you consider that is time to leave that learned helplessness behind, it means doing it alone, it means being confronted with the worst about ourselves, it means strenght to overcome our shortcomings.
I’m absolutely positive you can become independent. If you don’t do it for yourself, do it for Luka, you’ll have more strenght doing it for him.
On a side note, becoming financially independent didn’t help me get on better terms with my family, endless talks about my mental illness did. Asking for forgiveness a thousand times and being humble about others issues did. I honestly gave up fighting them, it sounds a bit selfish but I don’t really care anymore, as long as my mental health is secure, I will do it. Can’t stand being homeless or squating houses again, I need my meds and my security.
I came to the conclusion that people around us are disappointed not of us, but with the fact that we have mental illnesses and that puts us on a frame of “that kind of family”. It’s not our fault, it’s not theirs. It just is.
Hope my experience helps you. It’s just my thoughts on the matter.