When I first went into therapy in my late 30’s I was absolutely furious at my therapist for suggesting my mother was anything other than an absolute God who worked her fingers to the bone for us, sacrificed her life, starved for us, and was a veritable Super Woman. I was extremely respectful and idolised her and thought I’d had a good childhood with lots of visits to stately homes, museums, zoos, perfectly pressed clothes and a healthy dinner cooked from scratch every day!
I went to see a therapist in desperation after 2 years of severe panic attacks which had got to the extent that I was off on long term sick from work as I constantly felt dizzy and like I was going to faint, and was afraid to drive having had a panic attack while driving with DC in the car. I had been sure there was something physically wrong like a brain tumour or something so had had loads of tests including a CT scan!
I had not at all connected my anxiety to my mother and at that point we had a very close relationship.
Therapist wanted to know background so of course we talked about family. Within 3 sessions, she told that she didn’t understand why I had any contact with my family, especially my mother, at all and I shouldn’t let them be around my DC.
She was basically telling me what I was in complete denial about and it took a while, but the fog lifted.
She told me very clearly that if I chose to confront my mother about my childhood to get something in the way of an apology for the little girl I was back then, my mother would very likely cut me off completely and my siblings would follow her.
I thought that there was no way that would happen but that’s exactly what my mother and siblings did in disgust that I had ‘upset’ my mother. One brother wanted to harm me physically, he was angry. 12 years now. My DH and DC were cut off too despite my family very much pretending to adore them before that.
I had to confront my mother as I could finally see she was starting to single out one of my DC for emotional abuse dressed up as ‘banter’ as well and getting my siblings to do the same.
I can admit now that my childhood was horrific and I lived in fear literally for my life. I convinced myself my mother strangling me almost to death at age 12 was my fault and I’d pushed her to lose her shit because I was so disgusting and evil. The SA from a sibling was not that bad, all kids ‘experiment’ and despite my sibling being significantly older and bigger than me, it was my fault anyway as I was disgusting and evil. I was conditioned to think that way about myself as the family scapegoat.
Accepting all that was my coping mechanism as I had no way to escape as a child in a dysfunctional family headed by a raging narcissist.
The trigger for my panic attacks was my own DD reaching the age the SA started.