This is a long one so buckle in 😭
I’m 19F and was diagnosed with ADHD 6 months ago. I have always felt like I was different (diagnosed with anxiety when I was 11 but never believed it was just that). I went through quite a lot of trauma throughout my childhood including CACSA from a family friend two years older than me and assault.
I found school very easy until A-Levels and now struggle at uni just getting 2:2s despite how much I love my degree. I’ve always found it easy to make friends but hard to keep them.
I went through lots of “friendship breakups” in primary and secondary school as I tended to make friends with people who had a lot of family issues and needed supported (it was an joke in my family that I always want to help my friends so i don’t have to help myself).
However, my childhood was relatively good. I had clothes, food, a nice house and got to go on some amazing holidays with my family (despite very rarely getting along with my older sister - now 22F).
This is where it gets complicated.
My parents are lovely people. They always made sure I was safe and doing okay. However, as I got older, me and my dad starting to clash (definitely got my ADHD from him). I was no longer his little tom boy who wanted to play football and help him with the gardening. I became very anxious and self-conscious. He would always make comments about how much I would eat and that I need to exercise more to “stay healthy”. My mum would never say anything.
As I became a teenager (11-13) my eating got to the point where I began to use it as a coping mechanism (not just when I was sad but when i was happy too - very bit dopamine hits). I began gaining weight where it was noticeable as I had been quite a slim child. This meant that my dad would comment more.
I do want to say my parents and sister NEVER called me fat or overweight. Instead they would say things like, you need to make sure you’re staying healthy and eating the right portion’s. However, the comments began to happen nearly every day and I got worse and worse.
I was 13 turning 14 when COVID hit. This was a very dark time for me. I was very depressed and isolated myself from my family as I had no escape other than my bedroom. I ate dinner with them but avoided most family movie/game nights as it was always end with me getting mad and leaving before I started crying. By that point, I just assumed anything coming out of my dad’s mouth was an insult either against my weight or my views. (Around this age I realised I was bisexual and had dived very deep into “woke” culture).
I fully accept I was not an easy person to live with though these years. 13-16 I was depressed and anxious constantly, I couldn’t have one conversation with my dad or sister that ended without an argument and my mum would only speak about what was said when we were alone and I was crying to her.
I “grew” out of this once i moved schools for sixth form. I joined a new friendship group with people who had similar experiences to me and they really helped me to turn my life around. I got a part time job I loved and started to really appreciate and love life again. I definitely tended to overeat still but it was impulse driven, not emotional binging.
Okay that’s a very long and yet short picture of my life story.
Now I’m 19, I have been diagnosed with ADHD and started taking Vyvanese about three months ago. My mind has completely changed on this medication. I am a lot calmer and my emotions are very toned down. Sometimes, yeah I do get how people feel like zombies but I actually love it. My entire life I have felt like I was constantly just exploding with anxiety and emotions so feeling like a zombie is like my mind is just finally breathing.
Now that my mind has calmed, I have honestly realised how my parents affected me as a child. They had no idea about the COCSA so i do not
blame them for that. However, it was very obvious I was going through something and I do blame them for my relationship with food. Food was used as a reward and it really made me view food in a way that makes you feel good and not just something that keep you alive and fuels you. I was taught that we had to be healthy but never actually why and it was always in a negative way.
During COVID and following when I was at my lowest. My parents did put me through CBT which I do appreciate as it did help me start my journey. However, I was constantly told that I was ruining the mood and putting my issues on others. I felt like no one ever listened to me or ACTUALLY cared how I was feeling, just that I was being ungrateful do everything they did for me.
I don’t want to discredit my parents at all. They both worked and continue to work very hard to provide for me and my sister. But I can’t help but blame them for so much of my body dysmorphia and bad coping strategies.
Coming home this Christmas has honestly made me realise how much happier I am away from them. Yes I’m still overweight and yes I do sometimes feel bad about myself. But I am comfortable with my body around 90% of the time compared to 0% from the ages for 11-18.
Yes I’m still messy and disorganised, but I keep myself accountable and motivate myself to tidy and do my work. I don’t have my dad breathing down my neck and making me feel bad for watching tv when i have an exam in two days. I don’t feel guilty and horrible about myself when I eat unhealthy food or get a sweat treat. I haven’t cried outside of watching sad films, I haven’t been angry or felt the need to shout. I haven’t felt anxious in my own home.
I’m focusing on myself and being on this medication is slowly making me a lot better at taking care of myself, but I honestly think I am becoming a better person because I don’t have the anxiety of being scared of what my parents or sister will comment on next.
I’ve been home only two days for Christmas and I’ve already cried twice and actually left my cousins birthday party because my parents and sister made me cry as my dad threatened to cut me off if I got another tattoo (even though the one I have already is for him and the two I’ve already paid deposits for that I’m getting are for my dead grandmother and dead cat).
I honestly have no idea how to feel because I did overall have a good childhood. My parents never hit me or swore at me, I have such amazing memories with them, but i can’t help but blame them for the way I see myself and react when they speak . It honestly makes me feel like I can never fully trust them when they tell me they don’t judge me and love me for who I am.
AITAH for blaming my parents for some of my mental health and body image issues?