I don’t know where to start with this really and I’ve been thinking of posting for a while (register user but name changed) but I’ve only got the courage recently. I’m not even sure what I want out of this post other than to say some things out loud because I feel like I need to get some things off my chest and can’t talk to anyone in real life (beyond DH and my sister).
Since having my DC I’ve been really looking closely at my relationship with my mother. I know what sort of parent I want to be to my daughter (positive, nurturing, supportive, with good communication and boundaries) and it’s caused me to have a period of reflection on my own childhood and up bringing.
I guess I’m just trying to unpick why my mother behaved the way she did. I don’t think she falls into typical narc category but she was very controlling and also very quick to anger about very minor things. She and my father were married very young and they have had an unhappy marriage for pretty much their entire 40 year relationship and I wonder, was she taking it out on my sister and I? Was she unable to control my dad’s behavior (classic emotional abuse, stonewalling, gaslighting etc) so she tried to control us instead? I have no idea.
When I think back to some of things she did, I know, absolutely know, it would be classed as emotional abuse. I work now in a career where I’m in contact with domestic abuse/vulnerable adults/children and if a child came to me and said a parent had done to them what my mum did to me, I would be horrified and probably flagging the family.
For example, when I was a teenager (around 13/14) I was suffering from terrible acne. My mum took me to the doctor who suggested going on the pill but said a side-effect was weight gain. He weighed me and said I was slightly overweight (I look back at photos of me then and think there was absolutely nothing wrong with my weight) and my mum got it into her head I was fat so put me on a strict diet. After a few weeks of dieting, one evening all the family was given pudding (I remember it was apple pie) but I wasn’t allowed any. I asked if I could have some, I probably did whine and moan to be honest, but my mum lost her shit and sent me to my room. Later on she came with half the pudding still in the dish, piled high with ice cream and custard and said ‘you wanted pudding, well now you’re going to stand here and eat this whole thing’. I remember just standing in my room crying my eyes out saying I didn’t want it and we were in a stand off for about half an hour before she took the pie off me and told me to never argue with her again.
When I was 20 (still living at home) a long-time friend of mine asked me out. We’d been friends since we were 16 and my mum had met him loads of times, but I didn’t tell her we were going on a ‘date’. He unexpectedly bought me flowers and the next day she was quizzing me about them and then was pissed of with me that I didn’t tell her in advance it was a date. She sulked for a couple of days and didn’t really speak to me. I really have no idea why, she really liked him.
My sister recently revealed that when she started her period, it was really light so it wasn’t what she was expecting so she didn’t realize it was her period. She panicked and tried to throw away her stained pants (which my mum found) and apparently my mum went mad, screaming and shouting, saying why didn’t she tell her etc etc. My sister said she ended up crying and hiding in her room.
There are loads of other examples but I don’t want to list them now. My general recollection of childhood is always wanting to please, never being able to speak up for myself, poor communication and the feeling that my parents/adults were always right.
But what I don’t understand is that they also did loads for us growing up- made huge financial sacrifices so we could have a good education (my mum went years buying clothes from charity shops because she couldn’t buy new because of our school fees), help to buy my first home, also they helped me renovate my house without asking for any recompense. They seemed happy to do it.
We do have an okay relationship now, I don’t really tell them much about what’s going on in my life but pre-Covid I’d see them once or twice a week with DD and it was fine.
There’s so much more I could go into about my mother’s behavior but I’m not sure I can go until that right now- I’ve written so much already!
I don’t know what I’m after from this post, other than reassurance that this isn’t normal? If you’ve got this far then thanks for reading!