Last night my girlfriend and I were comparing childhood neglect notes. We saw a video on tiktok of a parent being incredibly attentive and nurturing to her child and it sparked a conversation about how neither of us had ever experienced that.Â
We were both like âWhoa, what would that even be like? Can you imagine being distressed and having your parent help you manage your distress?âÂ
She was telling me about her experiences, which were different from mine. Her family tried but didnât have a lot of emotional maturity or skills for emotional regulation. They also didnât recognize that she was likely neurodivergent, so they werenât able to help her cope with that. They just sort of failed at ever offering any comfort or help that would have actually helped her.Â
While we were talking about it, I had a realization about my own experiences. I guess trying to remember how my mom reacted to situations similar to the ones my girlfriend was describing unlocked some memories.
I thought of when I would come home and tell my mom about a problem with a friend or a teacher and my mom would get so distressed. She would immediately take my side and agree with me on the situation, which was validating, but then things would get out of control. My mom would get so upset. It was like she was more upset than I was!Â
I didnât realize this at the time, but she was triggered. She wasnât upset about what happened to me, she was upset about what happened to her. My mom was so triggered that instead of staying with me and my problems, she was suddenly reliving her own childhood social problems and the trauma and humiliation she experienced in school.Â
Her distress was terrifying to me as a child, and I felt like I caused it by telling her about the problems I was having with friends or teachers or whatever. So I learned to immediately backtrack as soon as she validated me and began to get upset. If she agreed and said my teacher was being mean to me, Iâd immediately backtrack and start defending my teacher in an effort to calm my mom down and diffuse the situation.Â
I realized as I was describing all of this to my girlfriend that I still do this! I donât know if I do this with everyone, but I do it with people who I have important relationships with, like my girlfriend and my therapist. If I tell them about a problem and they validate me or commiserate with me, I get so scared that I start backtracking and defending the person I was just complaining about! I am unconsciously afraid of triggering the kind of out of control distress I witnessed in my mother.Â
While I was explaining all of this to my girlfriend she said, âYou learned that you arenât allowed to have problems.âÂ
The truth of that hit me really hard.Â
I said, âI donât know why I didnât just learn to stop telling her about my problems altogether.âÂ
And then my girlfriend pointed out that I am incredibly secretive and I donât tell her my problems. Obviously I donât tell my mom my problems anymore either. Somehow this was a surprise to me.Â
I think I obfuscate my secretiveness even to myself. I pour everything out in anonymous spaces (like here) and give myself the illusion that Iâm a very open person. And then with the people I care about I talk incessantly about unimportant topics like the news and my current special interest to give the illusion that Iâm very open with them. It feels like weâre connecting and Iâm sharing and everything is out in the open.Â