hi ladies,
really appreciate any thoughts on this. Since having children I have remembered a lot of things I had blocked out about my own childhood and in particular my bipolar mother. I don't know whether to forget or confront. Does anyone have any experience of this sort of thing?
One particularly violent episode comes back to me often: I remember her running the length of the kitchen to get a good run up to kick me, I remember it all in slow motion, the foot coming up towards me, the anger in her face, me realising with shock what was happening, and her walking off in a huff, wordless.
Needless to say I was terrified of her as a child, and frankly I am damn proud of myself for being a stable mother of two children I adore. In loving them i have come to wonder, how could anyone do that to a child? I have come to fully appreciate that my childhood was really unusual - or at least I think so - a mother who swung from manic joy to violence to suicidal episodes. And the excuse I always made for her - her stillbirth that devastated her life - well that's not an excuse.
My dilemma is this. I tried estrangement and that simply meant she was on my mind more. What works for me is to tolerate her in the background of my life but never let her close to me emotionally and I have never left my kids with her.
But I feel enraged at the injustice that she might get away with no one ever knowing what she was like.
To the outside world she is a fine upstanding religious member of the community. Only my father and I know about her mental problems as she and he have hidden them from everyone. I know that if I bring it up she will simply deny it and my dad for an easy life will support her word. She was never abusive in front of him.
Have read a wonderful book called daughters of madness on this topic, but have rarely in real life shared similar experiences with others - three people in total that I've met - most can't comprehend and would rather not hear about it.
On the one hand I'm a grown woman and the past is the past. On the other, I can't get past it.