Kristin (34:49)
You know, well, I guess we're. I'm flopping all over the timeline, so I'm like high school age. But one of the things that I did end up figuring out was that of course we were supposed to be independent and responsible. I'm doing my own laundry in high school along with my older brothers. And of course you have to do chores because you have to be a participating member of the household, which is fine. I respect that. That's a decent thing. As a kid, you should, you know, not be a little slob around the house. I hated doing dishes, so I decided I like cooking better and inserted myself into the cooking schedule so that way I no longer had to do dishes. And that was a little bit better for me. So I ended up essentially buying my own freedom and got my parents schedule a lot more because they would actually my. My dad and Stepmom would leave for like a week at a time when we were in high school to go visit her parents. So she's from the greater Chicago area, which something I came to find out in therapy. Leaving 14, 15, 16 year olds at home alone is actually often illegal. There's like three days max in a lot of states and counties and it, the rules are different depending on where you are. But leaving your children unattended without adults is, is totally not a thing. So that's like massively red flag child neglect, leaving children unattended. And now I was self sufficient. My school was down the road. I could walk 10 minutes to get to my school. So it's not like I needed anybody. I knew how to cook. If there was food in the house, we were fine and all of that stuff. I could walk to a grocery store in 20 minutes. Like it wasn't like I was super cut off, but it was also there were no adults checking in at that point in time. So my brother Thomas is a year and a half older than me. So again, if I'm 14 and unattended, he's 15 and a half. And then Michael is maybe in the house I, he left at some point. So yeah, it's just teenagers at home alone for a week without mom and dad. And I mean they're calling, checking in, seeing if, you know, things are fine or whatever. But yeah, no, I was pretty much just on my own. But the, again, the perk of being the cook was I was like, oh, okay, okay, so you're going on a trip. Okay, okay. When are you guys getting back? Oh, in the afternoon. What time do you want me to like have dinner on the table, you know, when you get back? So now my parents are giving me their entire itinerary. So I'm like, All right, Thursday, 6:00, my parents are going to be back, the house needs to be cleaned. I can have my friends over, I can do this, that and the other. And my parents will be none the wiser because I know the house needs to be cleaned up and dinner ready and hot by 6:30 on the table because they'll be out of baggage claim and back at the house because the airport's around the corner. And so unlike my brothers, my, my parents trusted me a little bit more because I was quote unquote responsible and just abusing the system in that fashion. But so there's, you know, all of this neglect and nobody, well, my friends knew that I was home alone for like a week at a time. But none of My teachers or anybody else did, because, again, that would be a red flag. But for teenagers, oh, you're cool house, because you've got no parents. And also, it's the one time a year I can get out and be social because, you know, I lived in a suburb, but most of my friends were across town that walking was not a good idea because it was, like, across the highway, and there was no walking path, and it's not super safe. And so. And my parents were super, fiercely overprotective. Like, if I left the house, they needed to know what I was doing, who I was going with. And there was always weirdness around that. So I. That was like, another place in my life that I started having to lie. Yeah. Would be like, oh, we're gonna go over to so and so's house. They're gonna be, you know, six of us. And if I was, you know, listing off friends names, he'd be like, oh, okay, what are you doing? Who you going with? They'd be like, oh, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl and her boyfriend. And they'd be. Be like, boy's name. And it's obviously, you start leaving off the guy names because there's always. Well, are you dating? I'm like, nope, still dating my best friend. They've been together a year. So, no, he's just there is their plus one. It's. You don't need to keep being weird. So now I'm starting to feel like I also have to keep secrets in order to have a little bit of a life. I have to misrepresent where I am or what I'm doing because I want to, like, connect with peers, because that interaction is actually super important developmentally for kids to have that interaction. But I'm not usually getting it because I'm stuck at my house. And again, I'm super depressed. I don't realize. Got a little bit better after, like, some therapy and my mom's death and everything. But one of the things that, you know, I now come to realize is with ptsd, is that depression and anxiety have been a big thing in my life for a very long time. And I was definitely struggling with that in. In school for the entirety of school and life. And so usually I'm stuck at home. I can't usually hang out with friends and things. I'm often not doing homework because I don't like it. And also because, quite frankly, I'm distractible, I have a hard time focusing, which I don't realize at the time, but that's A lot of the driving force behind it is. It's is just that it's just not good for me. It doesn't suit me. I don't like it, and I'm tired all the time and I don't want to do stuff, you know, more of that chronic fatigue. And so I was a bad student, so I'd get in trouble and I'd be grounded. And so then I'm basically what feels like under house arrest. You can't socialize, you can't do anything. My moments of freedom are the once a year my parents are out neglecting us. And so it's just like again, messed up dynamic. So, you know, when you come in this life and your, your family's neglecting you, you're naturally going to choose really crappy friends and partners because again, why wouldn't you? Yeah, it's what, you know, my dad ignores me. Why wouldn't you? And then, so, you know, I. All throughout this time, for most of my life, finding friendships has been a challenge because I find that I'm really particular on authenticity, but also I'm way harder to relate to. And I think I'm probably less present in relationships because I have trust issues because nobody was ever stable or present in my life. So I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And so I'm probably a little bit of a cold shoulder to a lot of people and had. Have inadvertently kept people away trying to keep myself safe over the years. But so the friends that I did make, I had two different groups of friends just drop me overnight in school, which is totally just like heartbreaking one year in middle school and high school. And so I'm like constantly choosing these unavailable people who aren't really giving me the time of day. But that's fine because essentially what my brain is trying to figure out through PTSD and trauma brain is like, okay, so you didn't get it right with your family and whatever, and that's cool. So you can pick this unavailable person and if you can just be good enough, then they'll like you and you'll be good enough and finally you'll have that worth that you haven't had anywhere else in your life. Because that's the only way that you can get worth is through people pleasing, through perfectionism, through being, quote, unquote, enough, which ends up being the driving force for a lot of my life. It's, you know, why I ended up caring about like, trying to get promotions and things and jobs I didn't like or always trying to find new skills and work and try and grow. And it wasn't. It. None of this ever had anything to do with me, I'm realizing, and was never even about what I wanted. It was just this constant, like, internal push factor through my masking of perfectionism and do it to be enough. And so, you know, just bad relationships, mostly dating, unavailable. At one point, I did end up in an abusive relationship because, again, that's. That's the kind of household I'm in. So why wouldn't you? And that one, you know, was fun. I say as sarcastically as possible because he was a malignant narcissist. So that is like, everybody says narcissist these days. But, like, I. I guarantee if, like, you could diagnose this guy. Unfortunately, most narcissists, Narcissists don't care to get diagnosed. But I get in. I. Actually, the way that we started our relationship is I had been engaged previously and we had broken up. It was after five years together. I was 18 when I started dating my fiance. And so we had spent a bunch of time together, and I felt like I. I had grown in that time, and then we were just no longer aligning, so we went our separate ways. But I was super heartbroken. And again, I think it was. He was emotionally unavailable, and I thought that I would be able to get things better and to fix the situation, which of course, didn't happen. And then. So now I'm out of this relationship. I've spent five years, and I'm like, like, what is wrong with me? Why am I not good enough? So in walks this narcissist. Chris is his name, and I'm fine. Actually, you know, we'll go first and last. Chris Spencer is his name, and I'll put him on blast because quite frankly, he had no issues putting my reputation and misrepresenting me as a person and everything like that through the entirety of our relationship. But. So he comes in hot, comes in love bombing, which, again, is super intense. But it is a person who comes running in and they spend so much time and energy on you, right? So it's waking up to text, going to bed to text, all this attention, you know, picking you up for dates, doing nice little things. At one point, I. It was my birthday. He dropped off flowers at my work. It was super cute. It was so sweet. And I'm like, oh, my gosh. Finally a guy that sees my worth, right?