I'll preface this by saying that looking back, I probably wasn't that big , but that's all I heard from other kids and her.
This was brought on by a discussion with a "friend" who said I'm still fat now (for real this time) so it's a me problem, rather than a parenting problem.
I'll bullet point some main bits to try and keep it short:
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rarely had breakfast or a snack for school (mostly jam croissants, biscuits, things similar to barney bears) and no school lunches so when I got home I was ravenous so I went for the easy and quick options with loads of bread.
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she owns up to this, and I remember it distinctively, she gave me some drops every morning for at least a year to increase my appetite because I wasn't eating much and caught all the bugs around. No idea if these were actually a thing or a placebo effect kind of thing.
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she told me how she was suicidal and wanted to jump out of the window because I wouldn't eat as a baby/toddler. I own up to the fact that i was quite fussy and still am .
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any attempts I made at being a bit more active were met with scoffs and ridicule. I couldn't have a bike because I was too clumsy and fat and I'd probably break it,couldn't go ice skating again for the same reasons and I'd probably break the ice, roller skates same reason. I did one session of karate and loved it, but because I forgot to do a piece of homework that night I was never allowed to go. She promised for years she would take me tennis and then I was too old to start so no point.
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all throughout this, years and years of name calling and put downs. You're as big as a wardrobe, I'll have to out a lock on the fridge, pretty face shame about the body, you're too fat to wear pretty clothes etc.
Due to my fussiness and being on my own a lot (since 6) I mostly made my own meals rather than heating up soup or whatever so I suppose I do have some responsibility.
But I also feel that as the responsible adult in charge she should've done more than just pointing it out and telling me to eat less. Which meant a lot of cycles of either starving myself or binge eating when I gave up and years of disordered all over the place eating.
Before anyone asks why I don't blame my dad, it's because he never commented on my weight unless she dragged him into it, he did make me breakfast on weekends , that first karate lesson was because he said yes and paid ,he's the ine that took me ice skating and generally was more involved and did things with me.I look back now and kicking myself because I probably would've got some of the things I asked for if I'd just went to him. Don't know why I never did.
So AIBU to think my mum majorly contributed to my weight issues as a child?
Or does the fact that I'm fat now means that it was me that was the problem?