Hi everyone. I'm a regular lurker here . . . been on MN a few years, but I've NCd as I'm recognisable elsewhere.
I'm in need of a bit of support re my mother. I hope you don't mind if I lay out the situation here. Don't want to thread-hijack, but it's getting on top of me a bit.
She's borderline. I had therapy about this a few years ago now, and went NC for a while afterwards (a year or two). I have only recently, very gingerly, allowed contact with her again. She has remarried since we went NC, which helps to make her more stable and manageable from my point of view, as I'm sure her poor H is getting the worst of it.
I have, however, never allowed her the same level of emotional access that she had to start with. This makes her desperate and angry. She doesn't seem to understand that there is any boundary between us, and wants to interrogate me about my emotions and talk in depth about hers. She is always extremely intense about everything: fatalistic, negative, joy-sapping. She also gets at me, because the contact I give her (though plenty by normal mum-daughter standards) is not enough, and she knows I'm keeping her at arm's length. So she'll make martyr comments about how I'm not interested in anything she does, don't want to see her, etc. On Mother's Day I got a passive-aggressive e-mail criticising me for not calling her - I was going through my fourth miscarriage at the time (which she knew about) and had sent her a card, but that wasn't enough.
Despite all of this, the situation is manageable now that I'm stronger and have escaped the madness: I'm happily married and live hundreds of miles away from her. But keeping her at arm's length is a perpetual battle. She is constantly trying to arrange visits which mean we'll have 'time alone'. Anything other than this (i.e. a normal, fun family gathering) doesn't 'count'. My brother and I stick together: we'll organise to go and see her at the same time, so she can't get at one of us alone. We recently did this, hoping that the visit would tick a box, and get us off the hook for a while.
However, less than two weeks later I got a birthday present from her. It's a hand-made item which took her lots of time. I tried to tell her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted on doing it. Attached to this was a letter saying only that she'd like to come and see me, and suggesting a two-day stay in the week. Ostensibly this is because she can get a lift down then, but actually it's because we'll be alone in the house together. I knew this gift would be a way of obligating me when she suggested it, but couldn't deter her.
She doesn't want to do anything when we're together. She doesn't want to go into town, because 'all town centres are just the same.' She doesn't want to watch television or listen to music (she finds both morally suspect, bizarrely). She doesn't want to go out or interact with other people. She dislikes pretty much the entire outside world - everything is corrupt, or destroying the environment, or decadent, or cruel. She's contemptuous of normal people because she thinks they're dull and bland, rather than a 'sensitive thinker' like herself. It seems like she's completely detached from the human world in general. It's hellish having her visit because you can't do anything with her bar go for a walk (and even then she'll probably start in on environmental issues or cruelty in farming).
I'm going to try and reorganise the visit for a weekend, and suggest she bring her husband down with her and we all do something together. However, I know that she'll spot it a mile off and it'll lead to martyr comments, manipulation and, if I'm successful, her being resentful and snide towards me.
I'm just so tired of having my boundaries assaulted. I feel very sad today. I can't see any possibility of respite until she's gone, which I know sounds awful. She just doesn't give up, and she'll never understand why I won't give her total access to my self, or why I'm not her. Most days I can deal with it, but at times like these I get so angry at being manipulated.
I was hoping others here might have gone through the same thing, or have some survival tips . . .
(Apologies for essay
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