Not sure why but I feel the need to share this, I was going to name change but I can't be arsed.
My relationship with my mum was a bit difficult because firstly she was an older mother from a different culture and also because she was working so much when I was a kid so I didn't really get to spend much time with her and when I did she was pretty strict and tense. Looking back I know it's because she was under so much pressure to keep things going and it wasn't her fault but at the time it was hard.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had morning sickness for the whole nine months and then when I went into labour her head was facing the wrong way so labour went on for three days and I ended up with pretty bad tearing. During labour the machines kept breaking down and they kept saying she was dead because they couldn't find a heartbeat and there was a monitor screwed into her skull via my vagina and the wires strapped to my leg for the whole three days.
The day after she was born my leg swelled up and went really hard and they thought I had a dvt, so I had to stop breastfeeding because of the drugs they were using to dissolve the clot which would have transferred to the baby, I was also forced to lie flat on my back and not allowed to pick her up at all - I had to wait for someone to hand her to me, it was awful.
After 10 days I was well enough to go home but still in a lot of pain and because my mum and my husband had taken over most of the care of her they continued to do so at home and she just didn't respond positively to me at all. It seemed that she liked anyone better than me which was really hard to take and so gradually it got so that I was glad when people wanted to take her for a cuddle because it seemed to make her happier than I could and so we never got to make the emotional link and the distancing just got worse and worse, I found it harder and harder to cuddle her or show her affection although I did care for and look after her.
As she got older, she got more demanding attentionwise and I just couldn't deal with it, she wound me up no end although thankfully I never hurt her, she became the sort of kid that was a nightmare and friends would ask me not to bring her if I went to visit. Of course the more I wasn't able to respond to her, the worse her behaviour became and by the time she was 14 she had attacked me with a knife, thrown an iron at my head, was in trouble with police etc etc etc.
Eventually she started turning the anger on herself and self harming, cutting herself very deeply and overdosing and that's pretty much where we are now, although she's 17 and been in a therapeutic community for the last 18 months and she is a lot lot better. We're also getting on better now although it is still difficult at times but we had family therapy today and I brought up the tv prog from last night and we talked about it a bit, although my daughter dismissed it as rubbish, it's given her and the therapists (who thought it was very relevant) something to think about. We even went out on our own afterwards and had a coffee in Starbucks (her favourite place at the moment) and had a really nice afternoon together which is a huge step forward.
Somehow I feel much better and more positive about things after seeing Zoe last night.