My childhood looked very different than where I am today. I grew up in a conservative muslim family, and a society shaped by patriarchy. Any form of entertainment was forbidden in our house, we were not allowed to have hobbies, not even listening to music. One of the core memories I have from my childhood is when my father cheated, married another woman. That shattered my mom, our family as well; we left our home after knowing that. Later he left that other marriage and we got together as a family again but nothing was same. I never played with my father like before after that incident, became a caregiver to my mother at that age. This created a huge wound within me.
I hated my father most of my life, deep down I was sh*t scared of him as well. I catered for my mothers needs so much that I forgot I could have some needs as well. At times she used to make me responsible for their conjugal problems, as if my results or my behaviour could change her partner. Over time, we built a deep but unhealthy codependency. I mistook it for love and care. Every decision I made was filtered through: “How will this affect my mother" or "What will be my fathers reaction?". I tip toed around my own house fearing any wrong move will ruin the harmony of this house. I never felt safe there ever again but didn't realise it until the age of 28.
When I was a teenager my father cheated again, and same cycle repeated again. The family almost broke, suddenly they got back together one day without any explanation. My teenage self couldn't take it, I got clinically depressed, started harming myself. But sadly I didn't get any proper help at that time. Nobody talked to me, nobody took me to a therapist or tried to help. I lost 10 kgs within months, failed in all subjects, was not being able to eat and sleep. I developed anger issues and IBS as a result.