Put this in relationships as it's all about my mum really.
It's half two in the morning and I can't sleep for thinking so I come downstairs and down 4 nurofen plus and around 20ml of medised (seriously! I have a diphrenthingy addiction fondness).
I was brought up to feel totally worthless, as I have mentioned on other threads, I was abused by an older boy as a child and my step dad was shall we say fucking creepy innapropriate with me when he was pissed from about the age of 11 onwards. Mum knows but frankly couldn't give a flying fuck.
I was an anorexic at 13, depressed and self harming at 16 and addicted to heroin by the age 0f 19. At 20 I did methadone as well and at 22 I also dabbled with crack cocaine. I didn't give a shit, I wanted to die. I hated myself.
I walked out on my druggie boyfriend (who introduced me the wonderful world of 'trainspotting' as a lifestyle) went back home and things started to get better. Mum was nice to me. I was probably a few weeks away from dead so I had to go home. I met my lovely husband and that made me determined to get better, so I did, gave up all the drugs and clawed back some self esteem. Went back to work.
Heard less and less from mum, finally it was like it was when I ran away left at 16. She forgot about me.
When I got pg I realised I had to protect my dd from my mother. (she was physically violent with me, rough with me as a baby, slapped me across the face etc) I did the no contact thing and have had bile and hatred from her ever since on the rare occasion she sends a guilt tripping Xmas card in the style of a poor me frail old lady (she is not. she knocked my step dad who is ten years younger than her, out cold with one punch once).
I was born in canade and she brought me to england when i was around 4. Turns out she never made me 'legal' in this country and as employment law has changed in this country I found out and now I have to apply for british citizenship or I can't work. I needed documents from her (the fact she is british is my 'claim' to citizenship) and she didn't see why she should help (her words) but 'after yet another sleepless night' decided she would help me (how kind).
I got a 'new' original birth certificate and found out that she changed my name at some point. She has never bothered to tell me this. I have a half brother in canada, (my dad's son) she didn't tell me until I was 15 cos she forgot.
I had to have all my teeth removed apart from 4 at the front when I was 6years old as they were all rotting. She had never got me to brush my teeth or bought me a toothbrush.
I know she is at the very least on the Narcissistic Personality Disorder spectrum. I know I need to move on from this, but I am crumbling, I am so angry and hurt, I use tablets at night to sleep so I don't have anxiety and panic attacks. I'm slipping into the old ways of coping. I would never touch heroin again, nor is it available to me, but by god am I a pill popper.
Would I get anything out of 'confronting' her and telling her what I think, being sensible but expressing my anger? I am drowning and I don't know what to do.
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Nemofish · 20/01/2010 03:00
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