i’ve (26f) had anxiety for as long as i can remember. the earliest memory i have is when my mom would drop me off at nursery school when i was probably 3 and i would panic/cry and worry that she was never coming back, even though she always did. she’s told me i had awful separation anxiety as an infant (wouldn’t let other people hold me, wouldn’t let a babysitter keep me, etc). after that, i was deathly afraid of dogs until i was about 8, then developed severe emetophobia so my parents took me to a therapist. got over the fear of someone throwing up, but then experienced homesickness when i would spend the night with friends sometimes. tried summer camp and hated it bc i missed home so much. then in 8th grade i began having anxiety related to my public middle school classmates physically fighting at school, so my parents told me i could transfer to a private school. one day my mom told me we were going to meet with someone from the school i wanted to transfer to and instead took me to a therapist. this is the only somewhat significant “traumatic” memory that comes to mind - being deceived by my parents, and obviously this is mild. after that, anxiety subsided for a bit, then resurfaced in college with severe depression so i got on anti depressants for the first time. been on medication + seeing a therapist pretty consistently ever since. my parents had a normal and healthy marriage. we are an upper middle class family and i was always given more than i needed. i don’t have any specific or vivid memories of any “textbook” trauma (no abuse, neglect, etc). but, now that i am an adult, i feel like there is just no way i was just born like this. 

did anyone else grow up in what they thought was a “normal” and “healthy” home, then later realized something that was totally normalized was actually traumatic? i don’t mean that like you thought your creepy uncle hitting on you was normal until you grew up, i mean something subtle that i may not realize caused trauma was actually traumatizing. any time i try to dig deep in my memory, i don’t have any memories of ANYTHING other than a normal childhood. zero suspicion of any kind of trauma. can anyone relate? how do i come to terms with the fact that i was just born this way (i guess)?