Fascinating posts and as so many of you say, strangely uplifting in the fact that we are still here fighting and now recognise what our parents - particularly mothers - were. It doesn’t make it right, but to realise that a) our mothers weren’t unique - I always thought no one would ever believe my experiences growing up and b) and that it can be a diagnosed condition. I just assumed my mother was just different from other mothers.
I know now it wasn’t us, but as children we assume the blame or even had it forced upon us. I was brought up either being love bombed or told that everything was my fault and if I was more XYZ, everyone else would be a lot happier. A dreadful burden and responsibility to put on any child.
Definitely recognise ‘the script’ these women all had. Mine also had the inevitable near death experience when she was giving birth to me, floating above the bed whilst the doctors ‘fought to save her’ except it was her father who appeared in a cloud and told her “it wasn’t time yet”
Lots of lying about illnesses for attention seeking, but wouldn’t go to the doctor. “Doctors were for weak people” She would often ring and tell me how she’d fainted and collapsed alone but it never happened when there was anyone around or in public.
Sadly, because she lied and embellished fact so often and I was so used to it, I missed the fact that she was slipping into dementia until it became so obvious. Ironically, mental illness was the one thing she feared most, almost as though it was catching and she had no time for anyone struggling with their own issues.