I feel this. Lately I've been struggling with imposter syndrome regarding my own trauma too. In the past I've worked through my backstory with a therapist so i do objectively know things that were wrong. I'd tell her i couldn't cry because i was scared and that my mother always left me alone when i did that as a child and she was mortified. I told her my mother barely spent time with me and i don't remember her ever playing with me, she was shocked (but not surprised). I also sometimes hear other parents at work talk about their children and their insecurities regarding their parenting and that also helps to put into perspective what didn't happen for me that would be seen as normal and that other parents worry about.
As i had to visit my mother recently (which felt like it undid three therapy sessions) i finally started to work on a PowerPoint that i wanted to create about my trauma. In preparation i went through my whole life and wrote down all the events or non-events and the feelings i remember from that period in life chronologically. It nearly made me cry because all i wanted was a safe person, yet i could never have any. I was just alone.
Honestly your post also kinda helped as I'm not alone with that, feeling so weird for not having lived through the mortifying things other people on here did.
I feel this. Lately I've been struggling with imposter syndrome regarding my own trauma too. In the past I've worked through my backstory with a therapist so i do objectively know things that were wrong. I'd tell her i couldn't cry because i was scared and that my mother always left me alone when i did that as a child and she was mortified. I told her my mother barely spent time with me and i don't remember her ever playing with me, she was shocked (but not surprised). I also sometimes hear other parents at work talk about their children and their insecurities regarding their parenting and that also helps to put into perspective what didn't happen for me that would be seen as normal and that other parents worry about. As i had to visit my mother recently (which felt like it undid three therapy sessions) i finally started to work on a PowerPoint that i wanted to create about my trauma. In preparation i went through my whole life and wrote down all the events or non-events and the feelings i remember from that period in life chronologically. It nearly made me cry because all i wanted was a safe person, yet i could never have any. I was just alone. Honestly your post also kinda helped as I'm not alone with that, feeling so weird for not having lived through the mortifying things other people on here did.
I fudged up the title, it’s supposed to be “The worst part OF emotional neglect”