27 F and grieving the life I could've had if I had been given more independence and autonomy
I am 27 and chronically single with few close friends. I've worked my ass off to overcome a lot of academic and emotional hurdles but still feel a lot of resentment over being raised by the epitome of a helicopter parent. Last August, I finally got an NVLD diagnosis. I felt both relieved to have an answer and frustrated since a proper diagnosis earlier in life might've meant my teen years and college (particularly the latter) would have been much less isolating. NVLD has a lot of overlapping traits with high-functioning autism and ADHD but entails other challenges like spatial awareness (can't ride a bike or drive), math learning disabilities, executive functioning, and money management. Years of therapy have helped me realize that my helicopter mother did me way more harm than good by constantly ingraining in me that I was "difficult", "rude", "lazy", and impossible to get along with. This did wonders to my self-esteem which made me become avoidant since from an early age I learned that any mistake I made would be used against me.
She has a vile temper and resorted to corporal punishment quite a bit during my formative years. Although she works with people with developmental and learning disabilities, she was very harsh on me since as her oldest child and only daughter I'm an extension of her. I still resent how she has always been much more indulgent, warm, and motherly to other people than to me. My parents are immigrants which makes the dynamic different due to her ignorance about certain aspects of American culture like college experiences. I had a particularly unusual upbringing since I also had to compete with her aging, frail parents for attention. She brought them to this country basically to use them as free nannies. Since they did not speak English or have healthcare, they relied a lot on her yet I was forbidden to spend long periods with aunts and uncles since I was a "burden".
I went to an international boarding school for the last 2 years of HS which was by far the best school experience I'd had (I left public school after 7th grade because of bullying and later attending a special ed school until 10th grade). However, I spent much of that time in survival mode which pains me since I should've put myself out there more to create more meaningful friendships. It's a long story but I went home on weekends since sharing a dorm with 2 other people was overstimulating. It also was nice to get laundry done at home and I was also getting little sleep. I wish I'd beared through it more and would have found a solution like going home every other weekend so college wouldn't have been so rough. Although there was bullying and typical teen drama, I was fortunate enough to find kind, accepting peers I clicked with. The writing was on the wall regarding my anxiety, depression, and obvious neurodivergence yet most people were nicer about it.
I was forbidden from attending college anyone that would require me to take an airplane to attend as I "wasn't mature enough". She also forced me to request an all-girls dorm my first year to avoid "naked men running around" since if she were me she'd feel safer that way. That was the only thing I had in common with a random roommate from hell. I also went home every weekend (my mom later gloated that she anticipated this) since I was getting 4 hours of sleep if I was lucky. This was harmful for my grades and mental health.
Even after getting a single my second year (I had to document how my roommate's shenanigans were particularly detrimental since I also have chronic migraines, I resorted to going home every weekend since I was too lonely and bored. All the cliques were established by sophomore year. I was disillusioned since I never hit it off with anyone from the dorms or first club I tried but also worried that after a rough first semester, joining a million extracurriculars without the guarantee of friendship would doom me academically. Now I recognize that this was a maladaptive coping mechanism, but I was young, naive, and lonely. At home at least I had my parents and family dog (who sadly passed at almost 17 last October) so that was better than being on campus where I felt unwelcome and jaded by one too many rejections. If I knew I'd graduate in 2020 and lose 2 full years of my early 20s to COVID I would have put myself out there more without worrying about naysayers.
I hate confrontation or speaking up when something is bothering me due to fear of others lashing out like my mother tends to do. She has always been incredibly type A, outgoing, and popular so she would often be upset with me for not inheriting her social prowess. I am a shy person and always have been but this is partially since being criticized no matter what I do makes me fearful of disappointing others. Even when I was getting relentlessly bullied in middle and high school she'd claim it was my fault for being an easy target rather than chastise the bullies. She'd try to force me to kill certain people with kindness since on paper they were the perfect friends due to proximity rather than compatibility. I refused since with "friends" like those who needs enemies. When people she wanted me to befriend back in HS or college rejected me or weren't as nice as she thought they were, I withdrew even more. She forced me to spend a weekend at a special needs summer camp in 7th grade so I could get "socialization" and I hated it since the other kids were harder to relate to as most were more severely disabled than me.
I've done many things people thought I would never accomplish like studying abroad in college, living and working abroad after college, getting a Master's degree, and living independently. However, I still have a chip on my shoulder about my past and wish I could go back in time and change many things. I wish I could've set boundaries with difficult people like I'm still trying to do and that I wasn't treated like a failure to launch.