Hi,
I have name for this purely because I have posted a fair few details about my life in previous threads and I want to keep this separate. Long term poster though.
My mum has been a huge issue for me throughout my life. She doesn't like me. She's picked on me, or swung from being nasty/ignoring me throughout my childhood. This intensified when my Dad moved out (at her instigation) when I was 11. I will list a few example for context but if you're kind enough to be reading I don't want to keep you all night!
When I was 9 she told me that I was very far away from the daughter she had imagined having. She didn't elaborate on that at all. I was a quiet, slightly introverted child but I had good friends and worked hard at school, liked riding my bike and looking after my animals. To this day I don't know what I was supposed to be 'like' to be closer to what she imagined.
She didn't buy me my first bra until I was already becoming developed abs she told me off for walking around the house 'inappropriately'- as in you could see I was starting to get breasts through my t-shirt. I was so embarrassed and walked around with a jumper on (it was summer) and my arms crossed across my chest until she went shopping at the weekend to buy me a bra (without me, and it didn't fit properly, but I knew I couldn't say anything so I put up with it until I could spend my birthday money on a new one)
Various things to kind of wear me down in confidence until I left for university, and I flourished there and did become confident while I was away from her. I then moved abroad for a teaching job straight after. She came out to visit me (and I was so excited at spending 'grown-up' time with her and thought, naively that we could have a proper-mother daughter relationship) and had me in tears most days- criticising the area I lived, my apartment, saying she'd 'wasted' all her holiday in coming out there and asking to use my computer to try and change her flights. She wasn't able to so was just miserable for the rest of the time, even though I tried so hard to make it work.
When I came back I had to move back home for a bit to save some money. In that year I became anorexic. I wasn't admitted as an inpatient but had weekly sessions and weigh-ins at a clinic. It was really hard and she refused to give me a single lift anywhere, or talk to me about anything, she just said how crap I looked and how haggered and tired. They had a family appointment thing and she stood me up and said she'd forgotten. I couldn't be around her anymore so I ended up going abroad again to try and get away from her but I was still very underweight and wasn't ready. I met a new boyfriend and with his support I got physically healthy again, mentally, I think I just patched things up.
I will point out that she's very clever at making everyone believe that it's all my fault we are not close because I'm stand-offish or have a chip on my shoulder. I'm pathetic sometimes as I still believe somewhere deep inside that it'll all be fine and she will be lovely to me one day if I just work out how to make that happen. She's fine with mr brother, he just thinks we don't get on.
I was seriously ill a couple of years ago in hospital and came home for a few days after to recover and she told me off for 'going on' about how poorly I was, so I left early and she said I'd flounced like the drama queen I am. I feel like she's holding me back in all sorts of areas of my life because I just don't feel like I'm good enough for anybody or anything most days.
I live quite far away from her but she still lives in the same town as my Dad, so I haven't escaped her totally. I see her for very short bursts but refuse to be alone with her. She messages a lot through Facebook though and tries to get me to join in on the odd family occasion, but I just can't do it. I got a message from her today asking me to go away for the weekend for her birthday celebrations. (With my DP and her partner and my brother and his wife and son) that message made my stomach churn so much I thought I was going to be sick. I just can't do it. I had sweaty palms and I was shaking. I have this awful habit where I pull hairs from my head, not like a clump but one or two I pick out, and I started doing that. She tried to arrange a birthday weekend away for my 30th last year but I just wanted to spend it with DP (we went away in the end) as spending it with her making me feel like shit filled me with absolute horror. When I said I didn't want to she called me an ungrateful cow and booked the weekend anyway with her partner and my brother and his wife and posted all the pictures on Facebook and said 'look what you're missing out on! Cut off your nose to spite your face!'
DP says I need to talk to someone about her, a counsellor or someone. It's starting to impact on our lives as whenever she gets in touch with me or I know I have to see her I'm nervous, defensive, and short and snappy with him. I feel like I can't handle her being part of my life anymire but how the hell do I deal with it? Would a GP even be able to help or refer me or do I need to think about paying for therapy? I'm not very well off at all but I think I could afford a session every two weeks perhaps. Is this something therapists deal with? I already think it's trivial in the grand scheme of things but I can't cope with the feelings anymore. If any one can offer any advice at all I'd be really grateful.
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My Mum is giving me actual anxiety attacks
HakeLively · 21/02/2017 21:48
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