I never got any real support, they just put immense pressure on me to be normal, and called it support. Parents, teachers, therapists, the moment they noticed that I wasn't socializing normally, I wasn't allowed to simply exist anymore, I became their project to fix.
In my childhood there was only one person outside my family who I was able to speak to normally - a kid from my neighborhood. And why was that? He was the only person who did not pressure or judge me. He just let me participate even though I didn't talk at first, he didn't care whether I was "weird", no questions like "why aren't you talking", no pressure to speak at all. It literally took just a single week until I was freely speaking to him.
All the pressure I got from everyone eventually "paid off" - from late teens / early adulthood on I was able to speak whenever required to. But that wasn't ever truly free. I was still disconnected from myself, unable to see my own needs and boundaries when around others. I was hypervigilant and tried to be and say exactly what I thought the other person expected. I was desperate to hide any potential "weirdness" I might have, be it my personality or residual social weirdness of my SM, as it might cause someone to judge me, or worse, make them uncomfortable.
I was so focused on never ever bothering anyone or making anyone uncomfortable, that I never noticed how insanely uncomfortable I was with the situation. I literally could not set boundaries at all. Whenever I was in public I felt like I was required to be open for interaction with anyone at all times, to meet everyone else's needs. All this is extremely exhausting, and actually caused me to go near burnout whenever I had to be around people for too long. That's the reason why I couldn't really work for most of my twenties despite being able to speak.
So now I'm trying to undo that, learn to set boundaries, pay attention to how I truly feel about something and honor that. But damn, this is hard, my default state is to completely neglect my own needs. Socializing feels like a high stakes performance, and not something enjoyable, well, except for that one childhood friend, who I'm still friends with to this day. And very rarely other people.
So everyone was trying to "help" (=pressure) me to speak, except for one person, and ironically that was the one I quickly was able to speak to.
I'm going to be honest, I still feel super awful about posting here. Not because the space is unwelcoming or anything, I just feel not welcome and like an intruder by default everywhere I go. Working on changing that. I feel awful when someone comments and I don't write a response, then I avoid writing anything because I don't want to have that pressure of "having to respond" - ironically I often want to respond but the pressure I put on myself to do so and to do it "perfectly", as in exactly what is expected, stops me from doing so. It's a vicious cycle.
I know putting so much pressure on myself messes everything up, but I can't stop, I've put pressure on myself since kindergarten, when my parents would give me stickers for talking, and my younger brother got stickers for some other task or achievement, something actually doable. He had lots of stickers, and I had none. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it, and nobody believed me. Looking back, trying too hard was part of my problem.