Lamplighter, You do have good instincts. I'll answer as I read ... Yes, each scenario is just like the others. One would think that since it just repeats itself, an obvious solution would be seen. But the problem is I'M the only one working on this. She is seemingly oblivious. That is one of the problems, and why I was wondering in those former posts if she is BPD. It's been a constant theme in her life: SHE is never to blame for anything. No matter how small. But that she is looking to me as someone to place blame on, is disturbing. One of the highlights of being "normal" is that you have enough self-esteem to absorb being wrong once in a while and it doesn't destroy you. Makes me wonder if HER self-esteem is poor. Her life is very isolated. Now that her husband is dead, she still gets up and goes to work (at 75) because that is where she is most comfortable. But then she doesn't really have many friends - she has phone friends who live out of state who call to check in on her frequently - and she has one golf-buddy who invites her on outings occasionally. But she basically just smokes all day and drinks chardonnay when she gets home from work. Then she's planted in front of the TV til bedtime. No other hobbies than Summer golf, and a walk or lunch with her sister. When people ask her out, she refuses - including me. The title of my book will be, "It's not me, it's YOU."
Don't we all have enormous feelings towards our Mothers? I mean, that's from whence we came, and we've been stuck with them for life. YES, I'd LOVE a mother who wasn't contradictory. Who when she wrote to me "I love you very much." I could believe she was coming from a healthy place. [OJ "LOVED" Nicole, too!] I would LOVE not to be criticized over E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G that is important to me, or special to me. I would love a Mother who didn't "should" all over me. "You SHOULD be grateful ... and so on." She uses that word a LOT! And she says "Most people", as if she's interviewed everyone and has a statistical average on every subject. I'd like to say to her, "MOST mothers build up their offspring with words of encouragement". She also tries to sound like an expert on every subject that comes up, even when she so obviously doesn't have the slightest clue.
Her "alternate universe" has gotten so bad lately. She'll tell her sister that I "stormed out of the house" when all I did was leave after she had insulted me - AND I leave with an "I love you, Mom, have a good day." in her mind, that is "storming out". And, of course, sadly, my Aunt believes her. Which only tarnishes how she perceives me, too. It's like I've been accused of things I don't do, and have been labeled a black sheep, and there is nothing I can do to correct my reputation.
I have seen MANY therapists over the years. None seem to help much, tho. They drain my wallet pretty good! During one go, the first thing I said to this therapist was, "I want to UNDERSTAND my Mother." I thought that if I could conceptualize where she is coming from I could make it work. (Still me doing all the work, see that?) Then, I realized that talking to the therapist alone - without Mom to hear what I feel - wasn't getting the relationship any better, so I asked Mom to come. Get this, I convinced her with this line: "If you go to therapy with me, you can tell the therapist what a horrible daughter I am." With that she agreed! (Sad.) So, we go into the session and I'm bundled up like a child with it's blanky, literally holding a pillow over me like a shield. At one point the therapist asks mom if she "has anything NICE to say about me" ... you know, her DAUGHTER. She sits there in total SILENCE for two-F***ing minutes - which seemed like an eternity - until finally saying, "She's nice to some of her clients." (!) That was it. Session was over, I felt more pain than ever, and just looked at the therapist with a "See what I mean?"
It's like Mom wants me to say, "You are the BEST mother EVER." to cure some sort of guilt she has. I had this conversation with her recently after yet another row. She started accusing me of stuff and I said, "But, Mom, do you not see what you do to get me to the point of rage?" It's cause and effect. I AM actually human, and I don't like someone berating me, insulting me, criticising me, telling me that I am ungrateful when ALL I do is kind things for her. WHO calls her every day to make sure she's still breathing? I do. WHO asks her to spend a Sunday afternoon together? I do. What do I get for all this? "What do you want? I've already talked to you." And the walk in the park was a total disaster. It took an Act of Congress just to find a compromise on where to walk, and IF she would go out with me at all - on a spectacularly beautiful day, BTW. Then, we drive into this gorgeous park, she is walking STEPS behind me. I try to slow down. I see all sorts of people enjoying themselves, but here she is not connecting with me at all. I do my best to make small talk with her ... "What do you and Aunt Jo talk about when you walk?" "Nothing." UGH. So, I ignore her, block her out and listen to the birds. Then I notice that she is huffing and puffing while we are going up a slight incline. I ask, "Do you want to take a break and sit down for a minute?" "There's no place to sit." UGH. I point her to a nearby bench. What does she do? "Do you want to know what Aunt Jo and I talk about when we walk? ... We talk about YOU - and why YOU don't want to be a part of the family." DOUBLE UGH. I then proceeded to tell her why. "Well, Mom, every time you and Aunt Jo get together you talk about people I don't know - people you went to high school with - you totally exclude me and it isn't any fun." Well, as usual, this escalated into a separation between us - I walked up to look at the flower, all the while feeling that familiar cold, icy sensation running through my cells. She finally makes her way up to where I am. I tell her I'm ready to go. She even has the balls after slicing and dicing me on our Sunday walk in the Park, to ask if I want to have lunch with her! Um, HELL NO! During the ride back to my house she continued in on the "You are an ungrateful child" bit, until I actually really wanted to HIT her in the face! I didn't. But it took all my discipline not to. How's that for a nice story? What started out with a simple intention of sharing a beautiful, relaxing day with my Mom, ends with me wanting to beat the life out of her. Ahhh, so nice. The good news is that after she left, I decided I was not going to let her ruin yet another happy place for me, so I drove back there and took pictures of all the amazing flowers and actually met and walked with a lovely lady who was celebrating her birthday. But, the ghost of mom's black cloud remains.
GOD, I'M ALREADY WRITING A BOOK!
Okay, back to the post. No, I don't take on her image of me. In fact, I know who I am inside, and so do others. Maybe when I was a teenager it was worse. But I do retreat from people when I've been stung by her. I begin to put everyone in the same barrel as her - that they don't like me, that they are going to be critical, etc. One other damaging thing she has said to me - as a child - is that the neighborhood girl that I would ask to come over and play with me "didn't want to be my friend. She is only being polite by saying she has piano lessons. She doesn't want to be your friend." (!!!!!!) Wow! Yeah, THAT has stuck with me. I asked her once why she said that. Didn't she know it would hurt me? Her reply? That was what her uncle had said to her once. I asked, "Didn't that HURT you?" She agreed that it did. "Then didn't you think that maybe you shouldn't have said it to me because it would also hurt me, too?"
We've fought, hmmm, actually starting from when she married my step-father when I was 11. Hmmm. That's interesting. When I was a child - and this I have realized before - as you can tell, I spend a LOT of time trying to heal. But, as a child, she had COMPLETE CONTROL over me - what I wore, what I ate, where I was at any given time, etc. And she was NICER then. She had a dating life and a work life that were satisfactory, and I had my darling Grandmother to take care of me - and nurture me. Mom has even said this before, "I never wanted to be a mother - I always wanted to be a career girl." And, yes, she said that in front of me!
I LOVE your comment about withdrawing in order to protect myself from having to agree with their position on me. So true, it's scary.
Another right on the nose comment about IF I share with her my truest, innermost feelings, hoping to hear, "Mommy will make it all better." only to receive more bullying is right on the money! That is also one of her problems: she can't share. (And yes, we've talked about that, too.) I'm starting to see how the ONLY solution to this is to keep doing what I'm doing. I just wish I could manage the pain a little better.
Ooooh,hell, I just got an insight! It IS the pattern that is causing HER "effect". It's always when we've had some good times that she begins to load her weapon again. SHE is most comfortable isolating where SHE is in control of everything. It's the outside stimulus that sets her off. That she might need me scares her. She is so fond of saying she can do everything herself - she won't let anyone pay for anything - she won't let anyone GIVE her anything. She uses words like "I don't want to be an IMPOSITION to any one." I mean, who else says that? She can't reach out and share a happy Sunday because it wasn't HER idea! God, this is good. So every time I think I'm doing something good for her, in her reality it is causing her to go off kilter - off HER schedule, where she is confident and comfortable. THAT'S why she can't go out with others, she has that social deficit thing, what's it called? Anxiety disorder? W-O-W a key to the problem!!!
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