I have namechanged for this as I don't want people I am talking about to find it - though you never know. Some people on here know my story and I'd appreciate it if they didn't "out" me!!
I've suffered on and off with pretty major depression for many years. In my mid twenties I spent a spell in hospital having ECT and was again in hospital after my dd1 was born and I had a major meltdown. I've seen a variety of mental health professionals as I have moved around over the last 20 years since I left home, and all of them have agreed on one thing: that my experrience in my late primary school days and then early teens, when my mother had an affair with my Dad's best friend (and her best friend's husband) and subsequently left us (Dad, me age 12, dsis aged 10 and db aged 4) on the day after Mother's Day to live with him.
I didn't see her for several weeks and after that life was pretty irregular - I was used to ferry inappropriate messages to my Dad, I was accused of making her ill (her exact words were "I'm probably on my deathbed" when I refused to spend Christmas with her) by not always wanting to visit, then she moved to London, then France, with pretty little/no warning. She would come back to where we lived to visit my Gran and never tell me she had been in town, even though she practically had to drive past the door, even though I hadn't seen her for 3 months or more. She repeatedly asked me to stop asking questions about what happened, said I was too much of a bother, that I was awkward and difficult.
When it came to deciding custody, as it was in those days, she took it all the way to the High Court (as you did back then) and then dropped it when we got there when my Dad offered a finacial alternative - Dad's lawyer told him that her lawyer had said she did it to get the most money possible out of him. He said it was the best pounds he ever spent.
Contact got less and less, she went on to have another dd with her new husband, who got treated in a totally different way that we had ever been.
Anyway - bringing it up to date, I went through a pretty hard time a few years ago and she was totally no help at all and when we had words about this it ended up in an argument and we no longer talk. The overwhelming sense of relief is something I find hard to articulate, but it is there in spades!
A few months ago I got depressed again and ended up having to see a psychiatrist. I've since been passed to another, more senior psychiatrist, because I didn't get on with the first one and they were happy for me to change.
This new one is nice enough, in her 50s maybe, seems very competent. Except that once I had gone through my story (which I happily admit is not as bad as many people's) she started to defend my Mum! She said I had to see it from her point of view, that she must have been uttterly miserable, suggested that my Dad must have been abusive, said Mum had a right to be happy in her own life, and that I would only get better when I listened to Mum's side of the story.
Maybe I am wrong, but I was flabbergasted! My mother had an affair lasting several years, and she and her now husband tore 2 families apart. They were found out once, promised not to see each other any more, then carried on. She left in the most callous way possible, the morning after Mother's Day. She has made it patently obvious for years that she does not really regard me as a daughter, that superficial friendship was all she wanted. She chose to not speak to me and is missing out, by her own choice^ on her 3 wonderful Grandchildren.
My Dad is amazing. He learned to look after us, he took great care of us, he did a fab job and several years later met and married a brilliant woman who has been more than a mother to me.
I know I need to let go the hurt and feelings of abandonment that my mother still raises in me. But I felt that for my psychiatrist to defend her when she knows nothing of the situation, was well out of order, and I am so angry that I don't know if I want to go back to the next appointment in 6 weeks.
Help! And thanks for reading my mini-novel! I didn't want to drip feed!