I am devastated.
I have been suffering from panic attacks and staying with my parents whilst going through a rough patch, so stored my things in my spare bedroom at my house in sacks for when I was able to return home. My brother , who was looking after my house was under strict instructions to not let anyone in the bedroom or meddle with my things, or touch them. I have reminded him approx 50 times over the last year or so.
The things included some baby clothes for my son, his signed shirt from last day at primary school, Some pictures he drew for me , his favourite toys as a child, the first bedcover I was ever bought when I was leaving care and venturing into independent living, His dad's things ( which aren't much - his dad left for USA when he was 1 and never came back So it's all we had), my son's baby record, , and other very personal items for me that reminded me of my past - but I can't for the life of me remember what they are now.
Yesterday, on returning to my house I found that without my knowledge or permission they'd taken it upon themselves to let them selves in to my house with a spare key a few months ago, Went in to that room, and took my stuff down the dump without even checking what it contained.
I am so utterly devastated - I feel sick. I feel so intruded upon. I have no trust for them now. Yet when I was understandably upset they were so cold and harsh and said to me ' it's not photos that have been taken so what are you overreacting for, any way- you haven't looked at the stuff for the last year so you obviously don't need it. '
I don't think I will ever be able to forgive them. Photos are fake. My son hates photos being taken of him and they don't bring back good memories as I will always know that he hated having them taken. The toys, clothes etc were all things that made him happy as a child - Things that evoked powerful memories of joy and laughter that I will never be able to remember now. My memory is so bad and I feel they have completely intruded on me and I can never forgive them . Ever.
They just keep saying to me - stop having a go - like it's my fault - and my brother is saying the same.
I'm questioning whether I should be getting so upset about 'things' but my son is the most important person in my life so his special 'things' mean everything to me. I know they are only belongings - but to me I feel like I am bereaved over this more than, or as much as, over any person who has died. His 'things' have more meaning to me than alot of people in my life.
I know the stuff is irretrievable, but am I being silly not forgiving them ? I can't help how I feel . I am so utterly hurt but I'm wondering now whether it's 'just me?' I am so incredibly upset but they all seem rather blase about it, that I'm questioning my sanity. Or theirs, perhaps?
I feel like leaving and moving away to a different end of England and never seeing them again. I've done it before when I was a teen and I suppose I can do it again. It's made me feel that bad. Or would that be foolish>?