NC but have posted before about my mother cutting me off but not about the fallout to my mental health so apologies if anyone remembers me and thinks I am repeating myself!
Had a big fallout with my mother a few years back due to confronting her about my mentally/physically abusive childhood. She told me she did her best but I was a difficult child. She used examples of me deliberately eating my dinner slowly (as a child) to annoy everyone else as they had to stay at the table as the rule was that no one could leave until everyone had finished every scrap of food on the plate, and that I was spiteful and nasty to my siblings. I asked 2 of them about this (there are 7) and they couldn't remember me ever doing anything to them. Then she shot a blinder by telling me that she used to lock away the knives because she feared that I would get up at night and murder everyone in their beds. I do have a recollection of being told this by her when I was around 12/13 because she accused me of sleepwalking around the house.
I requested my full GP medical records from childhood after she said this expecting to see some kind of psychiatric intervention listed but there was nothing. I actually requested a referral to a psychiatrist when I was about 20 (after leaving home) as I couldn't sleep at night for fear someone would break in and kill me (I also used to be terrified of this while living at home, my mother did try to kill me once by strangling me so I think I felt unsafe - understatement!). As soon as the psychiatrist started probing about my family, I stopped going as I was still in deep denial about my mother then and accepted the blame for being a difficult child, although in reality I was a straight A student and spent most of my childhood in my room.
Things were OK on the surface with my family until I started therapy and it dawned on me where my self loathing and self sabotage stemmed from and decided to confront my mother as she had started to single out my DS1 (name calling) who is extremely forward thinking and intelligent just like I was as a DC. DH had noticed some oddities within my family but knew nothing about the abuse until I admitted it to myself after witnessing my mother calling then 7 year old DS 'ugly and stupid'. She saw my DC about twice yearly at that point and I used to travel to see my siblings about the same amount of times although I went for a few years not seeing some of them.
My mother then cut me off completely after I brought up the sexual abuse I suffered (I was on a roll and couldn't shut up) and took my siblings with her (they sided with her due to 'loyalty'), as she did not want to discuss it with me as she was too old and just wanted to be left in peace apparently.
I told her she would not be having any further relationship with my DCs while she didn't want a relationship with me. This was after a 6 month period where she refused to talk to me and I had to miss 2 siblings weddings due to them not wanting me there. She has taken me at my word even though I later emailed her that I would facilitate occasional contact. Stupidly, as she didn't reply, because of the massive guilt I felt at DC asking when they would see her.
A sister sent me a text later on telling me that my mother had told the whole family something 'shocking' about me and that the family was better off without me in it. She would not elaborate further.
I should know better! but I am still obsessing over what that shocking thing is. I recently emailed my mother asking her in desperation but she did not reply.
I grew up being told that I was evil and psycho and I cannot let go of the fear that I may have done something terrible when I was a child which I can't remember. This would of course mean that I am inherently evil.
I have been in therapy for years as I suffer from OCD and am basically crippled by anxiety which has now got worse in that I had to quit my job over it. I have 'harm' OCD which means that I worry that I am a risk to my DC and that I may accidentally harm them or have a psychotic break (never had one before) while I am with them on my own. I also worry about hitting someone with my car accidentally or ramming someone with my trolley in the supermarket! etc. I have had OCD since I was a young child (hid it well as I did not know what it was) and have gone through all the manifestations from cleaning/fear of DC getting germs, to having to pray to stop bad things happening etc. The fear of harming my DC myself has been the hardest to deal with and I have to battle severe anxiety when I am alone with them.
I am working with my therapist to evidence that I am in fact a relatively decent person and my DC are safe with me but I cannot get over this 'shocking' thing that has been said about me. I do actually worry that I committed a murder or something and it was covered up - although I am aware this is my OCD talking.
No one in my family will talk to me. I don't have anyone's contact details any more (threw my address book away and have changed phones since so have no saved numbers). My mother has moved and does not want me or my adult DD to have her address and has changed her phone number. This further reinforces that my mother must be 'afraid' of me. In fact my whole family snubbed DD when she tried to contact them herself last year despite my advising her not to. She had them in her life until she was 14.
I am still so deep in fear that I am actually evil that I have thought about suicide to protect my DC from me, although rationally I know that my DC would suffer more from me not being here and what if, in the end, I discover that I'm not actually evil and this is all my mother's mind games, that would be a bloody waste and anyway I don't want to bloody well die! Running away won't work as they will think that I didn't love them enough to stay!
I truly believe I would not be here today but for my DH of 22 years who tells me that he knows exactly who I am.
I don't know what the fuck to do any more and every day is a bloody struggle. I have never committed a crime, done drugs, don't drink, there is no evidence that I am a psychopath - just what my mother has told me.
I feel like a pariah and that I must be a truly horrible person for my own family not to care whether I am alive of dead.
WWYD? Sometimes I think that I should just drive to the only sibling who's address I remember and tell them that I will not leave until they tell me what's been said. I can't carry on with this fear
. Help!