Hi Incognito,
I am sorry, there is nothing more excruiating than the belief that we are harming our children. Because of what we received as children, I think many of us (I KNOW I did) made a vow a long time ago that we would do better with our kids. But we are SO terrified of being our parents and hurting our children, that we cannot see how much better we are doing than they did. Please believe me that this is an area I have felt deep, deep pain over. Most of the times I experienced suicidal ideation was around feeling like I was failing or damaging my kids. Your anguish is very real and really resonated with me. (I'm sorry it has taken so long to reply, the day has been busy with work and the upcoming holiday.)
To answer you're question, do my kids ever sound like I do? Yes, yes and a million times yes. I always joked when raising them that I was saving for therapy or college, whatever came first. It was therapy for both of my daughters. I struggled so very much in this area but I have made my peace with it. And I'm going to explain why.
Although I do want to say first, that I totally agree with the other responses you've gotten, you were wholly available to your daughter and you are obviously a loving mother. I've never met a bad mother who agnoized over her parenting, do you know that? It's only the good ones who question their worthiness because they understand the weight of responsiblity they carry as someone's parent.
We found out the day after my MIL died that my older daughter, who was 15 at the time, was cutting. She has always been an intensely sensitive soul and had so much difficulty knowing what to do with her feelings that she turned to SI. When this came out I was just learning in therapy just how very shut down I was and how far away from my feelings I strove to stay. How do you teach emotional regulation to a child if you don't have it yourself. She struggled with depression and has pretty intense self-esteem problems and has spent some time in therapy. She also went through what was almost crippling anxiety about leaving home and heading off to school. Her freshman year was a difficult passage which included sobbing phone calls sometimes several times a day, and even at one point her calling home because she was starting to think about suicide. I had to come to grips with the fact that I had a disorganized attachment style and seemed to have passed on at least the anxious part. I am also convinced that especially when the children were young, I was dissassociated more than I realized and have often wondered how emotionally available or unavailable I was.
I spent a LOT of sessions discussing this with my T (and my husband and I joke but our last year of couples' counseling wasn't, it was parenting counseling. Our T has a real gift with adolescents and did an awesome job of helping us sort our stuff so that we were there for our daughter). But here's the thing. I started therapy when my children were quite small, probably around 4 and 2 and have been in therapy for most of their lives. I have no doubt that my stuff has affected them and in some ways it's been damaging. But I have also had to make my peace with the fact that I have always tried to do my best, and I have worked hard their whole lives to heal. I have broken the chain of abuse, It's not a high standard, but I have never beaten my children, sexually abused them and I have striven to respect them as people, as their own selves. None of which I had. My older sister was a real encouragement to me as I raised my children (she's close with both of them) because one thing she eventually grappled with in her therapy was that she made a promise to herself as a child that she would never have children because she wouldn't risk hurting them the way she had been hurt. She has always told me how courageous I was to have them (I usually responded, especially during the teen year, or stupid! And btw, I think it was Monte (hi Monte good to see you!) do NOT discount puberty. It's a form of accepted insanity and makes for some interesting times. I actually found 11 - 13 to be the roughest years. All those hormones!)
The truth is that who a person is, how they feel and how they behave is a result of an intricate interaction of their genetic heritage, environment, parents, friends, and life experiences. It is utterly impossible to pick that apart and be able to point to any single trait or problem and say "THERE, that's what I'm responsible for." It probably helps me that my daughters have very different personalities,
So here is how I finally made my peace with it. The past is the past, I cannot go back and change what I did. I am human and of course I failed my kids at times, EVERY parent does. As well as lose their temper. Incognito, please trust me that if Mother Theresa had had children, even she would have occasionally lost her temper. But I worked hard to heal and be the best mother I could be. I could NOT do more than that. No one can. But most importantly, excoriating myself and beating myself up for what a horrible mother I am DOES MY CHILDREN NO GOOD. I had to stop making it about me and my failures and understand that I could only go forward and do the best I could now with what I knew. So I used what I was learning in therapy to stay one step ahead of my daughter. And I had the distinct advantage of very clearly understanding how she felt from the inside out. Her problem were NOT a mystery to me. I passed on my own healing as it became available. I may have injured her, but I also helped her get through it. My T taught me there was nothing that we couldn't get through. And he was right. As long as there is humility and a willingness to hear our children, so much can be forgiven. They just want to know they matter.
You also have to realize that it's true for everyone, not just parents' with trauma histories, that there are times they're available and times they're not so available. It's actually an important lesson for our kids that we can't be available every minute but that we'll always come back. And yes, I do believe its possible to raise kids that will thrive. We just can't expect them to be problem-free, unfortunately, they are as human as we are. I can honestly tell you that my family is not perfect, actually we're kind of weird if truth be told, but we work. We love each other, and we're there for each other. And I am delighted to say that I have a 17 and 19 year old who are very open, talk to me about most everything and want to spend time with me in the kind of relationship I have never been able to have as my mother.
You're a good mother Incognito, it shines through and its obvious to everyone else but you. I'll make you a deal, I'll believe you're a horrible mother who has done something horrible to her children if you'll believe that about me. Because there is no difference between us.
I hope that helps somewhat. Please feel free to ask more questions if there's something you wanted clarified or some aspect I didn't address.
And btw, some of this has to be their dad's fault you know.
((((((((Incognito))))))))))))
AG