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I have no control of my life
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I'm going to be totally honest here, it might get a little messy, but I guess that's what your mind does to you when it's 2:34am and you can't sleep. Please don't read unless you're in an okayish state of mind.
I'm totally lost with literally everything.
My mum is a hoarder, has depression and OCD. I haven't lived with her since I was 14. I don't have any happy memories living with her. The house was in such a bad state that social services removed me and said they didn't even want my mum living there.
We didn't get along as it was, maybe being forced into sharing a bed with her until I was 14 didn't help. My room was totally inaccessible. Mountains of useless shit just thrown into my room. Literally floor to ceiling, piled.
The windows were never opened, the curtains haven't been opened in about 12 years.
We had small animals and this attracted flies. They got smelly quickly. And if my mum was depressed or off her tablets I had to try and work out how to clean them out alone.
Sometimes she physically abused me if we got in an argument. She was very temperamental in that way. I learned to hit her back. Sometimes this stopped her, sometimes it made it worse.
I had no rules, no bedtime, no nothing. Which sounds fantastic but kids need discipline and so many hours of sleep. I'd stay up until I wanted to go to bed and then I'd clamber my way up the stairs, through the small path of clutter to my mum's room. I'd climb over her while she read or slept and get into bed.
There was no food in the house. We lived 5 minutes away from my grandparents so we ate there, but if we couldn't get up for whatever reason I'd just have to go without food.
I wasn't the easiest child, but I never had any proper rules or consequences. I was bullied badly at school, all my primary school classmates hated me. At least it felt like it at the time. Looking back I'm not sure, but I know I did struggle. A lot of the time I refused to go to school. My mum was a single mum and I am an only child. This meant she'd have to go to work and I'd stay home alone, which would be fine if the house wasn't a fire trap.
I got into a cycle of not going to school, which still affects me to this day with uni, 8/9/10 years later. I've worked hard to break the cycle. I'm still working on it.
I talked to childline from the age of 8. It took me until I was 13/14 to fully open up and learn that it was wrong. They supported me and talked me through my options. One of which was contacting social services. I got a lot of help before getting the courage to do it.
The next day they came into my school. I was pulled out of class. I don't remember a lot of traumatic events because my brains blocked them out but I remember this day clearly.
The one teacher I trusted with everything ended up passing away suddenly.
I got removed from my mum who was forced into either giving me up to my grandparents or foster care. I was 14 and they never gave me an option. My mum chose my grandparents and social work pretty much dumped me there, sent a social worker round once and then left it. They never gave my grandparents kinship care money and years later I found out it was never official as it was a "family arrangement". Essentially they'd forced my mum into a decision then classed it a family arrangement to avoid having to pay kinship care money.
Not only did that throw me into a spiral, it also meant I didn't qualify for additional support when applying for unis etc and that my care status could be questioned by my uni. I'm so lucky my uni classes me as care experienced because I genuinely don't know what I'd do otherwise.
I've never had any proper stability and I'm so worried I'm going to end up just like my mum.
I'm trying my absolute hardest to get myself up for uni, I have no self belief in myself in general so when one of the Russell group unis sent me two unconditional offers (that didn't know of my care experience and simply went by grades) I was shocked. Honestly I still am to this day.
I was kicked off my psychotherapist because I missed an appointment then missed the letter follow up. I'm on the waiting list with the uni psychological services but who knows how long that will be now with the coronavirus situation.
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going on feeling like I am. It's a constant uncertainty of literally everything I do. I'm trying to keep a relationship with my mum but I just get so mad at her. She's trying to change but it's hard to forgive her.
I've been to 6 different schools, moved between them 7 different times, I've lived in 9 different homes as well as having a few overnight emergency placement type situations.
I'm now finally in a good place but old habits, memories and just everything I've went through are coming back to haunt me.
I attended 3 lectures for each of my classes this semester so literally 9 lectures since January. I was affected by the strikes and coronavirus but that's just an excuse. There were so many other lectures I could've been to. I got all my work in on time but I didn't bother my arse with non graded or non registered classes/work. I hate it, I hate that I can't break the cycle, and then when I'm finally ready to do something about it everything goes into lockdown.
I'm just so frustrated at the world and I don't know how to express myself, my feelings or anything.
I guess I just want a little advice, some experiences from others who've been where I am, or just general happy comments.
If you've read this far, I really appreciate it. Btw in case you're wondering the time now. It's 3:10am.
PS I'm also being investigated for a potential heart condition so yeah everything is out of my control, stressful and I'm trying to control little things but nothing seems to be working for me.
I'm totally lost with literally everything.
My mum is a hoarder, has depression and OCD. I haven't lived with her since I was 14. I don't have any happy memories living with her. The house was in such a bad state that social services removed me and said they didn't even want my mum living there.
We didn't get along as it was, maybe being forced into sharing a bed with her until I was 14 didn't help. My room was totally inaccessible. Mountains of useless shit just thrown into my room. Literally floor to ceiling, piled.
The windows were never opened, the curtains haven't been opened in about 12 years.
We had small animals and this attracted flies. They got smelly quickly. And if my mum was depressed or off her tablets I had to try and work out how to clean them out alone.
Sometimes she physically abused me if we got in an argument. She was very temperamental in that way. I learned to hit her back. Sometimes this stopped her, sometimes it made it worse.
I had no rules, no bedtime, no nothing. Which sounds fantastic but kids need discipline and so many hours of sleep. I'd stay up until I wanted to go to bed and then I'd clamber my way up the stairs, through the small path of clutter to my mum's room. I'd climb over her while she read or slept and get into bed.
There was no food in the house. We lived 5 minutes away from my grandparents so we ate there, but if we couldn't get up for whatever reason I'd just have to go without food.
I wasn't the easiest child, but I never had any proper rules or consequences. I was bullied badly at school, all my primary school classmates hated me. At least it felt like it at the time. Looking back I'm not sure, but I know I did struggle. A lot of the time I refused to go to school. My mum was a single mum and I am an only child. This meant she'd have to go to work and I'd stay home alone, which would be fine if the house wasn't a fire trap.
I got into a cycle of not going to school, which still affects me to this day with uni, 8/9/10 years later. I've worked hard to break the cycle. I'm still working on it.
I talked to childline from the age of 8. It took me until I was 13/14 to fully open up and learn that it was wrong. They supported me and talked me through my options. One of which was contacting social services. I got a lot of help before getting the courage to do it.
The next day they came into my school. I was pulled out of class. I don't remember a lot of traumatic events because my brains blocked them out but I remember this day clearly.
The one teacher I trusted with everything ended up passing away suddenly.
I got removed from my mum who was forced into either giving me up to my grandparents or foster care. I was 14 and they never gave me an option. My mum chose my grandparents and social work pretty much dumped me there, sent a social worker round once and then left it. They never gave my grandparents kinship care money and years later I found out it was never official as it was a "family arrangement". Essentially they'd forced my mum into a decision then classed it a family arrangement to avoid having to pay kinship care money.
Not only did that throw me into a spiral, it also meant I didn't qualify for additional support when applying for unis etc and that my care status could be questioned by my uni. I'm so lucky my uni classes me as care experienced because I genuinely don't know what I'd do otherwise.
I've never had any proper stability and I'm so worried I'm going to end up just like my mum.
I'm trying my absolute hardest to get myself up for uni, I have no self belief in myself in general so when one of the Russell group unis sent me two unconditional offers (that didn't know of my care experience and simply went by grades) I was shocked. Honestly I still am to this day.
I was kicked off my psychotherapist because I missed an appointment then missed the letter follow up. I'm on the waiting list with the uni psychological services but who knows how long that will be now with the coronavirus situation.
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going on feeling like I am. It's a constant uncertainty of literally everything I do. I'm trying to keep a relationship with my mum but I just get so mad at her. She's trying to change but it's hard to forgive her.
I've been to 6 different schools, moved between them 7 different times, I've lived in 9 different homes as well as having a few overnight emergency placement type situations.
I'm now finally in a good place but old habits, memories and just everything I've went through are coming back to haunt me.
I attended 3 lectures for each of my classes this semester so literally 9 lectures since January. I was affected by the strikes and coronavirus but that's just an excuse. There were so many other lectures I could've been to. I got all my work in on time but I didn't bother my arse with non graded or non registered classes/work. I hate it, I hate that I can't break the cycle, and then when I'm finally ready to do something about it everything goes into lockdown.
I'm just so frustrated at the world and I don't know how to express myself, my feelings or anything.
I guess I just want a little advice, some experiences from others who've been where I am, or just general happy comments.
If you've read this far, I really appreciate it. Btw in case you're wondering the time now. It's 3:10am.
PS I'm also being investigated for a potential heart condition so yeah everything is out of my control, stressful and I'm trying to control little things but nothing seems to be working for me.
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Thank you for this, my late night stuff tends to get deep, and I'm an English lit student so if I'm lucky words just flow.
The biggest thing about missing so much is I haven't kept up with the reading. It's a novel a week so it's so so easy to lose track and fall off the lines and not manage to catch up. It's hard, but that's what they expect of us.
Yeah we've moved to online schooling but our exams have been cancelled and 1st years have automatically progressed into 2nd year, which is good for me. I'm not going to complain, I also can't say I don't think I deserve to be there because I somehow always pull off exams. I know I can't rely on this but I have for my whole life so it's another cycle I gotta break. Part of me says I would've somehow passed anyway but not in a cocky way, I literally have no self belief and I don't know how things work out in my favour like they do sometimes.
I'm doing better since moving in with my boyfriend. It's hard seeing my family. My dad has decided to get in touch with me for the first proper time in years and he knows nothing about the situation. It's just so awkward with my whole family.
With this break I'm going to work on catching up with a few things, so we'll see what happens.