Only recently have I started to notice too well how the relationship with a parent changes from good parent to alcoholic parent to abusive parent...then you grow up and the parent apologizes for the wrongdoing, you mend fences, become friends, even. Then the manipulation begins. Once they realize you have forgiven them, they have a clean slate and full permission to begin abusing you in a whole new set of ways. Years of therapy going down the drain. I'm headed back, but it'll likely be months before I can get in the groove with a good counselor. How do I maintain my boundaries in the meantime. Thanks to all of you for your encouragement, it helps a lot, but I need something I can keep in my when she's railing about all the arguing going on at home (which is mostly due to her and her negativity)....deep breaths....
She knows I was sexually abused by my brother (well, "knows" and "accepts as truth" as 2 entirely separate things. Brother is deceased. She knows I do not wish to talk about him, ever. But she seems to need to bring him into conversations--oh how sad a life he had, how amazingly brilliant he was---you get my drift. Last week I said "Mother, I cannot talk about "C" anymore".( I am struggling STILL to deal with the aftereffects of 12+ years of serious abuse. )She said "Oh, you and your "therapy"!! What does it even DO for you?" And she went on to relate that her brother once rolled her up in a heavy Persian rug and left her in there for a few minutes. She said she can't go to Costco because it's so claustrophobic. I really just sat there, jaw on the ground and THOUGHT "You are equating a kid's GAME (because they did this all the time) with the abuse I suffered?" I just...couldn't. She said she knew just how I felt. Tears were coming and I made some excuse and left, quickly. I will NEVER share with my mother the extent and magnitude of the abuse I underwent. Never. She'd not believe me and she'd minimize it. I'm 60, and STILL just beginning to heal. And I realize I might never heal.
My therapist has often said it's amazing I have chosen to maintain a relationship with mother at all. Well, I don't know. She's not perfect, neither am I. I do care about mother, I am just glad I "understand" her. I never expect her to change, and she really doesn't.
Just helped me a little to realize that narcissistic people never really change. They just get old.
Thank goodness for all of you here because through sharing our stories, hope and ideas, it connects us and we really are people of quality and hence, meaningful.
When my mother demands something, or tries to ask by bending me with guilt tactics, or her other bag of tricks, I know I don't have to jump. I will choose to respond or not. My life is about God and myself.
It's all a play. Actors don't feel personally responsible and guilty for the way they must play their part on stage in this story. Neither do we.
Try to be loving as possible, for YOUR sake. If you fail, (and Ha, believe me I sure do!) I am glad I can still learn while she is here. I do admit I often wish this test were over and how free I will be when she's gone. But some daughters never recover no matter how long their mothers have gone.
Try to find that uniqueness that your parent has and try to be amused. Yes, BE AMUSED. That denotes distance, and the kind of love with no baggage.
I long to be free, within myself and be able to love again: as a human, not a lover. I believe it IS possible.
This leads to mourning the parent that we never really had and creates the need for us to treat ourselves like a loving, healthy parent would.
the check. Then the final move came. Even though I had reminded her of the expenses ahead of time, there was no money to pay for it. I had to do it. Shes a writer and found out she was being sued so we were not supposed to bother her. My daughter shorted what she was supposed to pay her sister for packing up the house and handling the move. They have always been very close. She wouldn't pay me for the storage unit or for the companion charges we had for he month of June, saying she didn't like her (the companion) and she could just wait. She also wondered why my moms regular account wasn't sufficient to pay for everything. My daughter doesn't want the money from the house. This is not like her. She thinks she is protecting her granny from us spending all of the money, but I was scrambling on moving day to pay everything out of my own pocket. My husband and I are determined that we will stop helping out my mother, but my relationship with my daughter is definitely damaged. My mom keeps telling me to pay this or that or to take some extra money for myself. I haven't told her yet about the problem with my daughter.She did something similar with my middle brother when my dad died, setting him up with all of this power that actually left him having to handle everything alone. My daughter's answer to me is that I have issues and I need therapy. I'm not rich. I told her several times we would have to be paid back. I've paid for supplies,for medical costs, for her companion, for prescriptions.I don't know how to handle this situation,but I really don't want to see my mother. But she calls and calls me.
Enough said.
Because I have been working a program of recovery I learned how to better set my boundaries and take care of myself. At the end of our relationship we had mended fences and Mom had learned respect for me all because I stopped taking her crap and I stopped allowing her to make me feel bad about me. Here's what I learned: when I stopped allowing it, she slowed down doing it and eventually stopped doing it. Here is an example. I am a heavy woman. My Mom was very passive/aggressive. She gave back handed compliments--"That is such a pretty blouse" pause while I say thank you then picks up with "It's a shame you had to buy it in such a large size". ZZaaPP! When I finally told her it hurt my feelings she told me I was too sensitive and that she was just joking (which was always her fall back, the "joking", when she was called on something). I told her it wasn't funny...it was hurtful. I only had to do that a couple of times 'til she stopped. Then there was the time, after my Dad had passed, that she asked me to come over and hang a couple of pictures for her over the weekend. I had told her I would run over on Saturday. When Saturday came I was in the middle of something and didn't want to stop to run hang pictures. When I called to tell her I would come on Sunday instead she replied (angry & pissed)..."Well never mind. If you can't come today just don't come at all!" In the passed I would have swirled around that, felt guilty and finally dropped what I was doing for myself to go hang her precious pictures. But this time I simply replied, without anger or any emotion "Ok. If you change your mind let me know" and with that I hung up the phone. It wasn't 30 minutes until she called me back and asked me if I would come Sunday as I had said. My point to all this is that it is up to us to not tolerate, accept, allow behavior which is no longer acceptable. It took AA and a therapist to get me there. For now, try not to swirl with her. Step back and set your boundary. And I agree with above, Al Anon doesn't cost a penny and will definitely help you learn to take care of yourself. Check out the website. Good stuff. Good luck to you!
Good job! I did something similar. I left for a month and then resumed visits. Is a great idea.
All the best!!!!!!!!!!
Congrats on the seeking to be a totally different parent. That is how the chain is broken.
I feel sorry for those who don't see it and for those hurt as collateral damage in the wake of the person who does not see their bondage and get professional help to get out. Some get therapy but quit because the work is too hard or too fearful.
Can I blame my mother for all this? Yes and no. I now acknowledge that she is sick...but I still suffer from the aftereffects of her words and actions. I do distance myself from her as much as I feel I can. I tried to be the most "opposite parent" I could be--and I did the best I could, but often felt hobbled by the voice in my head telling me I was a mess and not able to do anything well.
Mother has never apologized for anything, ever. I don't expect it, although it would be nice.
Why do we stay in these relationships? Guilt, probably, duty, I don't know. My mother lives with my brother. If were up to me, entirely, she'd be in an AL facility. And I would see her once a month. Not because I am mean, but because I simply have to self protect.
I had wonderful parents, couldn't have asked for better. But caregiving is still very hard on the caregiver.
Sorry, but why do people who grew up with physical, mental, and emotional abuse do this? I believe that if your parents need help when they're elderly, you help them, to not is wrong.
The exception being if they were abusive. Than you have no obligation to get involved.
During my adolescent years, I suffered with depression and an eating disorder (which continued through my young adulthood).
As I spend so much time caring for mom now, I'm beginning to realize a lot of my early emotional struggles stemmed from her. Long story short, I've managed to overcome whatever bad feelings and behaviors of my early years, through counselling and just plain hard knocks.
What works for me is to be able to bring down a mental curtain between us if I feel manipulated or used. I mentally back away, maybe walk out of the room. Of course, she doesn't realize what I'm doing, and she interprets it as my being difficult. But I know in my mind - I'm nurturing myself when faced with toxicity.
I've tried talking with her, and before long, we're talking in circles. When she feels confronted, she brings out her arsenal of defense to distract from the issue. It's scary to see her do this, my own mother. The fact that I am her daughter seems to be meaningless to her. She has always been this way, so it's not that this is a new behavior due to being elderly.
I've learned to become a juggler of sorts- throwing multiple balls of responsibility in the air (my sanity being one of them) - and not letting any one of them drop. I've worked too hard to become an emotionally healthy human being to let my elderly mother (who has lived her life her way) bring me down.