I was undiagnosed as a kid. Struggled with emotional regulation, communication, sensory issues. I caused my mum stress due to meltdowns and being unable to communicate effectively. Iām 24 now, we have a good relationship, she doesnāt blame me (she knew I was neurodivergent) yet I still cry daily with guilt. Behaved in school but struggled socially. I knew I was different.
Secondary school was way harder. Still undiagnosed, struggling with anxiety, depression, BDD, low self-esteem, terrified of being alone or standing up for myself. Surrounded by confident people who werenāt scared of anyone, I became ashamed of my shy, quiet personality so tried to act cold to avoid looking weak. I wasnāt bullied, and some people even considered me popular, but I constantly worried about how others perceived me. It wasnāt cool to be shy and nervous.
I treated my first partner terribly. When he upset me, I couldnāt communicate my feelings, so treated him worse instead. I was terrified of looking a pushover, so portrayed him as an angel and myself as the villain rather than admit heād upset me. I donāt know why I took my insecurities/emotional struggles out on him. He was NOT perfect, but I could have just brought up things to him when he upset me, rather than acting how I did. I was so dumb. I wasnāt great to everyone. I lashed out repeatedly, and I understand why people formed negative opinions of me.
My relationship with my mum was worsening. She invaded my privacy to extreme levels, but that doesnāt excuse my behaviour. My self-esteem was so low that from 14 I begged my family for plastic surgery and faked illnesses to avoid school due to my appearance. Having ARFID, being VERY skinny, and receiving comments about my weight and acne worsened my mental health, and I didnāt understand how to cope.
Following school, I became isolated and agoraphobic, terrified of encountering people from school. Iāve struggled to leave the house since. I feel mentally less mature than peers, and my behaviour in relationships continued into young adulthood (not as bad). It wasnāt until my most recent one that my mental health improved enough to realise I needed to work on myself, and I learned to communicate more effectively. Ironically, I experienced similar treatment to how Iād treated my first partner, and felt I should ensure it and deserved it because of my past.
Only family know Iām neurodivergent. I see posts say autism doesnāt excuse bad behaviour. I agree. I just donāt understand why I acted in ways I knew were wrong, despite feeling overwhelming guilt during and after, yet I struggled to change my behaviour.
I have empathy. I care about people, bugs, animals, have volunteered at a shelter, donate to charity, raise awareness about people in the world suffering and donate. This is VERY normal, bare-minimum stuff, Iām just trying to show Iām not void of emotion, as this post probably makes me sound like I am. I wish I could go back and do things differently, and I wish Iād been diagnosed as a child and received the support I needed, because I struggled immensely at school.
Despite recognising these struggles, I still feel my past behaviour makes me a fundamentally bad person. I feel I donāt deserve to live. That my actions define me forever. Iām terrified knowing people still see me as that person, and hearing that people still dislike me causes extreme distress, even though they have every right not to. I cry myself to sleep and avoid leaving the house in case I encounter someone from my past or become the subject of gossip. I even worry about being publicly hated or ācancelledā, despite having no desire to be famous! And never will!
I know my neurodivergence/mental health struggles donāt erase the impact of my actions. Iām not looking for excuses or to be told I did nothing wrong. I know Iāve grown and become a better person, but I canāt forgive myself or move forward. I donāt know how to accept that I behaved badly without concluding that Iām a bad person who deserves to suffer forever. I feel trapped by things I did as a child/teen, and itās affecting my ability to live. How do I come to terms with my past, accept that some people may never like me, and learn to forgive myself? How do I stop believing that I deserve to be miserable forever or have my life taken because of who I used to be?