I have always had a very difficult relationship with my parents. So much so that I have been NC with both of them for over a year (something that has been been very painful but also the best thing I have ever done).
My dad deserves a thread on his own - he was cold, distant, critical, verbally abusive, angry, aggressive etc.
My mum always told me that he was "great Dad" and that I should shut up. He could never do any wrong and she has a great relationship with him etc.
She is someone who was always very passive aggressive with me. Very critical, sarcastic, would make fun of me and laugh at me when I was upset or in front of other people. She would never take on board my feelings, didn't care how I felt about anything.
She was also very tactile with me. Even in adulthood. Even though we did not get on, she would always stand to close to me (i.e. literally an inch away from me so if I moved slightly my body would rub up against hers). She would touch my face and my hair. If I had a bit of skin showing under between my socks and my trousers she would touch my skin or tickle my back or stomach if my t shirt rode up etc. I would always find this unbearably violating and irritating and she would never stop doing it even though I made it clear that I did not like it.
I was thinking today about something that she did when I was a child. She always used to enjoy coming into the bath with me. I remember when I was much younger - until the age of about six, she would let my play with her breasts or with her pubic hair "down there".
When I had baths on my own, she would come and join me. We had no lock on the bathroom door. This continued until I was in secondary school - perhaps until I was about 14 or 15. I remember as a teenager I started bathing always in a swimming costume (to preserve my modesty I suppose) and it got to a point where when I was a bout 15/16 I did not wash at all. Sometimes not washing for literally weeks at a time. My skin was literally grey I was so dirty. I would wash my hair in the sink. People at school noticed and I got (unsurprisingly) bullied and ostracised because of it.
Now that I am an adult in the 30s with a child myself, I look back and think this is really inappropriate. I've literally had a light bulb moment about it. This is not normal is it? Or is it? Was this abuse?
Whenever I have expressed a view that I do not like the things either my mum or dad do to or around me, she says that I am mentally ill.
I'd like some other opinions about this please. It is also helpful to get it out of my head.