I was going through some old stuff my mom gave me from when I was a baby. I found her old journal, she has kept one for years now, and before she died my grandmother told me my mom has kept one since she was 12. Excuse me for being really emotional, or if I go off on a tangent or some ■■■■ like that.
The journal I am talking about is dated from Aug. 1st 1988 to Dec. 15th 1990. I thought it would be a great glimpse into my mother’s life in that first year I was born and just before. What I found hurts. A lot. The first couple months on it were fine. Then I come across my biological father’s name. Meaning that unlike my mom told me, he was part of her life for more than just that one week where I was conceived. I almost stopped reading there. Goddamn it I wish I had. In the early months of 1989, my bio father met my mother at a party of a mutual friend. They became friends.
All of that is normal, as far as I have experienced myself. Its the entries late in 89 that hurt. My mom was going to get an abortion. The only reason she didn’t was because my grandfather threatened to disown her if she did. The entry of 4-25-1990 is the hardest to repeat. It is the day after I was born. The people my mother had been intent on adopting me out to said no when they saw I was a boy, and not a girl like the doctor said I wold be. my mother’s exact words in the entry?
“I can’t believe I’m going to have to raise this thing that came out of me.”
My GF is trying to comfort me, she even came home early from work when I called her and told her what I found. I guess it makes sense though, the way my mother always paid more attention to my younger siblings, the fact that every time something broke or stopped working ‘I’ must have done something. How if my siblings got caught dong something bad ‘I’ was the one who got punished for ‘giving them a bad example’ I thought it was all normal stuff for the oldest child. I never resented my younger siblings, they were younger, they needed to have more attention to make sure they grew up right. But now. I kind of resent my Grandfather, the one person in my family who loved me from the start. If he had just let my mother abort I wouldn’t have been such a burden on her. I know its not ‘rational’ but when you find out your mother thought of you as a ‘thing’ for the first 2 years of your existence? I don’t know how to handle this, and my insurance will only cover one visit with my pdoc every 6 weeks. I refuse to end up in a ‘facility’, so i’m not even going to go there. Ten years ago I would have called my grandfather and cried to him. But now I don’t have anyone like that. My GF knows I hurt, but she grew up in one of those ideal family situations, her parents were in love, not drunk, and her mom and dad only had two children total, and both children are very happy, with no mental illness.
My normal support group is unavailable, the storm has stopped all traffic in my area, I just need some advice on how to handle this. I’m not going to hurt myself to make te pain stop, I could never do that to my dogs, who mean more to me right now than my own mother.