I realise now (at the grand old age of 41) that my mum is the cause for most of my psychological problems (even though I've been diagnosed with bipolar).
When I was a teenager she was always telling me how fantastic my friends were - i.e. "Sandra has the most stunning hair, she really is a head-turner... sorry Ihatetidying, but she was just born lucky, whereas you've got my fine hair that always looks awful", and telling me that I needed my nose done as it was "like a negro nose"????!!! And telling me never to smile as all you could notice were my crooked teeth (still crooked after years of braces).
Needless to say it made me insecure, and meant that when my dad's friends used to grope me, I put up with it (I had an amazingly developed bust - think Sam Fox - which again she said I should have reduced).
I was shocked when in my mid-twenties, at university people went on about how pretty I was, to be honest I was stunning (and my nose is a button nose, which I love), but still... and my mum has always made me feel so crap that I cut myself from teenagehood (still did until DD was born 13 months ago, and my psychiatrist told me that SS would be involved if I carried on).
Anyway today I was talking to her about DD. She started walking quite young, and has just started running. She is due her MMR this week. I said I was worried, but I feel it's best to have it (having researched loads). My DS (19) had it and was fine, so have all my friend's babies. Anyway, DH would take her without me if necessary - and as he has PR too, he's quite within his rights.
I guess I wanted mum to reassure me. Instead she told me not to get it done now if worried, saying that it's not necessary. I was looking for some perspective on the 'google scare stories' where toddlers who were advanced, suddenly became helpless infants again, on receipt of the MMR, and she said that in that case I wouldn't be able to live with myself (I'd alrady put the jab off from last month, as I didn't want them with the 12 month ones).
I'm sitting here crying now. I'd prepared myself for DD to have them, and now my mum's made me question how much I love her, by allowing her to have them