Have posted on here before about her. She has massive confidence issues - which would be eminently discussable with a counsellor or psychologist or psychiatrist - that make her a complete pain in the backside to deal with.
She makes stuff up all the time, is chippy in the extreme about other people's failings, exceptionally petulant (particularly when reality doesn't match up to what she's said), exceptionally vain, nasty in a teenage girl kind of way, and (the main one) everything is always someone else's fault and someone else is always at fault for oppressing her. i know I need to apply empathy and sympathy, she's my mum, etc. - but actually, she's resented me since I was born, so I've spent much of the last 38 years as the black sheep who has always done something nasty to spoil her day.
I've just got off a phonecall where - in front of other people who were guests, I"d rung up to say hello to them all - she was telling me how it's my fault that she's never "been allowed to" go skiing. FFS she's 69 years old. Apparently I, while swanning around Europe and "frequently skiing at Chamonix", disdainfully tell her "oh Mum, you just wouldn't be any good at it. Stay home." and therefore, she's NEVER BEEN ALLOWED TO DO SOMETHING SHE"S WANTED ALL HER LIFE.
Actually - I"ve never been to Chamonix. I went to a village in the French alps as a 16 year old on exchange, and spent 2 days falling over on the baby ski slope. I've subsequently been once to Switzerland and spent 3 days falling over on a baby slope. i'm not really into downhill skiing. What I said to my mother, while nursing a sprained knee and wrist after the second skiing trip, was "are you sure it's a good idea, and are you really sure it's what you want, because it's quite easy to get injured on a really crowded, icy ski slope, and quite difficult to recover from broken arms and legs and hips, and you don't like speed anyway". I said this, on speakerphone. She blew up and told me I was lying and sly and unpleasant and how I always have to have the last word.
Everything like this gets turned around and thrown back in my face. She needs a counsellor. I know how helpful they are, having been kept alive by them for about a decade once i moved out of home and realised just how abnormal it was.
How do i get her to go and see someone? Of course she doesn't need a counsellor, it's OTHER PEOPLE oppressing her!