I'm new here so not sure if this is where I should be but I have some questions that need answers
I fear I suffer from ptsd as a result of my mother and her 'parenting' as if you could call it that. Since I was 8 years old I was the one responsible for the cooking, cleaning, caring for my siblings, making sure homework was done, we were bathed and clothes we're clean. On top of that my brother has autism (aspergers syndrome) and my sister has ongoing mental health issues. That a lone was rough. But I was never good enough for my mother. She always made me feel I wasn't good enough. My grades were 80s and 90s but they weren't 100. Dinner was made but I left a dish in the sink. We had clean clothes but I forgot to vacuum the living room.
Growing up I had headaches multiple times a week, I had asthma and pneumonia. I had surgery at 12 but no physical therapy. I was taken to doctors but never any follow ups and only if my illness interfered with my daily tasks.
When i was 16 I couldn't take it anymore. I called my father in tears. He had never seen me cry. When I told my mom I was thinking of living with my dad she made up a story of how she was raped and drugged. that she wishes she was in an accident everyday so we would all be better off. Turns out my mom is pretty convincing, my dad up and left in the middle of the night.
When high school graduation came she decided since she couldn't keep up the (6bedroom) house without me she sold the house and moved to a 2 bedroom rental. Now 2 bedrooms with 3 kids and herself leaves me with no room, my brother living in the basement. I had no where to sleep when I came home from university every weekend, holiday and summer. So a family friend offered me her basement (private bedroom,separate bathroom and no rent).
Since I left my mother has yet to speak to me. I am not allowed to see my siblings. I have missed Christmases and birthdays and holidays. I have no family now. But I had to leave, I could not do that any longer.
In a lecture a few weeks ago, someone's ringtone went off. It was the same as my mothers. My heart rate spiked, I felt dizzy and like I could throw up. I started looking around for her like she was going yell at me again.
It happens constantly. Someone says something and I get all anxious and look around. Certain smells and sounds make me panicked and I can't stop it.
I don't like the life I'm living. I don't want to be in fear. I don't want to want her. I don't how to stop his fear, this panic. I resent holidays and birthdays cause I know what it could be like to be there and celebrate with family. I don't want my future children's life to be like mine. I don't want to turn out to be like her.
I guess I just need to know I'm not a lone. That it's okay to not want to be with family. That I don't need to put up with my mother if she's not good for my mental health. And lastly, if anyone has any tips for making daily life more comfortable, they are more than welcome. Thank you to anyone who has taken the time to read this small part of my story, even if you don't have any resources for me.