I want to try to keep this short. I have name changed but am a long term regular.
Growing up I was very scared of my Mum, my biggest memory as a child was being scared of her. She would attack us, choke us, threaten us with knives call us awful names etc. She once made me eat my dinner off the floor when I dropped it, I was about five at the time.
Anyway as a teenager I took to shop lifting. On the surface we were a respectable family, both parents working, clean nice home etc. I don't know why I started shop lifting but I just did. I got caught and when my parents found out my Mum told my Dad that it was time he beat me (he never had before, it was always her). He did. I was fifteen and it was desperately humiliating, involved removal of my trousers etc.
About a year later (so I was 16) my Mum showed me an expensive item and then told me that she had stolen it. From then on we went shop lifting together (I had stopped completely up until this point, being caught and my Dads beating had terrified the life out of me). She pointed out the things she wanted, I took them, expensive ornaments, even food etc, she did it herself but not as much as she asked me to. If she was angry with me about something I would go out and steal something I knew she wanted in order to gain her approval. We didnt need to do it, there was plenty of money coming in. She would tell me that if we ever got caught I must take the blame because my Dad would divorce her otherwise and our family would be ruined, she implied that if this happened she would kill herself.
This was normal and the only person I ever told was my younger sister, who knew what my Mum was like but was less affected than I was for some reason, she was always much more independent than me I suppose. She was horrified, but with my Mum not me. She told me that hearing my Dad hitting me was one of the worst things she had ever experienced and couldnt believe that my Mum had told him to do that then encouraged me to do more shop lifting another time.
Anyway (sorry this is long) I thought I had made my peace with this and other things in my childhood, but she said something awful to me last year and I have not spoken to her much since then. In that time I have become angrier and angrier both with her and myself for doing this. Why did I do it? Was I so weak? I didn't feel able to stop, I was too scared of her. I feel that she sent me out thieving for her with no care for what might happen to me, criminal record etc. We lived abroad when this was going on and the outcome could have been serious, I would certainly have had to face great shame in the community we lived in and would probably have been sent back to the UK, she knew I would never tell anyone was involved and I wouldn't have but why not? I am really struggling with this and don't know how to make peace with it. I don't feel like I ever want to see or speak to her again or have my children round her but she is getting old now and I feel guilty. What she did was wrong wasn't it? But do I need to take responsibility for myself? I was so frightened of her though and had been all my life, but is that just making excuses?
I am sorry for the length of this but I talked about it again with my dsis recently and can't stop thinking about it. Thanks if you take the time to reply.