From your daughter’s perspective…
I am 30. My Mum has has severe anxiety since I was born. My memories stretch from as a child, her calling my grandparents to rush me to school as she couldn’t face it, to as an adult, her agreeing to trips etc, for every one to be ruining by her “feeling ill”- we once went all the way to Manchester from the South West for a gig had to stop in every.single. service station, it took about 12 hours.
Now I understand it’s a health issue. My Mum takes medication but for me and my brother, this has been our whole lives. Anything worth looking forward to as a family and Mum will suddenly become “ill”. At least it’s just so so so disappointing. At most, I simply don’t understand why she won’t get it actually treated. She’s taken the same medication for 30 years… why not have it reviewed or try counselling?! Her and my Dad’s passive acceptance of “that’s just the way she is” os so infuriating!!!
It’s very sad because it’s entirely changed who she is, it’s curtailed my Dad’s life (very adventurous) and it curtails our family time. And no one will acknowledge that, their expectation of us is that we smile along and pretend it’s normal to make Mum feel better. That’s for us what makes the relationship difficult. It impacts others too, I’m willing to make allowances for your condition but the culture of silence around it and the expectation that we join in with normalising it, just feels hugely unhealthy for us. My brother has stepped away as a result, I pick and chose when to engage, much less frequently than I otherwise would! It’s not the anxiety, it’s the refusal for treatment and expecting us to play along!
maybe your situation is different, but I thought this perspective may help.