I could write a book about this.
Sabotaging anything good in my life. Sucking all joy out of everything.
I was never allowed an opinion about anything.
Getting shit for anything I said, thought, dreamed, did, didn't do.
I gave up trying to make friends after every friendship I ever made ended after Mum would question them about me, What we had been doing, etc
Constantly told I didn't need friends, That your mum is the only friend you ever need in this Life.
She set up a videocamera (Yes I'm old lol) in my room, Which would be moved around the house to whatever room I was in, So she knew what me and my cousins were talking about when they came over for the day, Then use anything and everything against me later when they left. I had no idea about this, I found out when I found the camera and played one of the tapes, It had been going on for years. I have major trust issues now in adulthood. I'm still wary in my 40s about being secretly recorded. Been known to check my house for cameras even though I know its silly.
Always believed everyone but me, Someone I had never met could literally knock at our door and say 'I saw your daughter doing something bad in town' and they would be believed instantly with no discusion with me.
I often got punished for something someone else did/said/thought
Things/family members used as a tool against me, 'If you don't do this you will never see your grandparents again' 'You have been so bad that if your Grandad found out, It would probably kill him, You won't be welcome at his funeral after you have killed him'
Would pick me up from secondary school and take me there everyday so she knew I wasn't talking to anyone, We lived a four minute walk away.
Manipulation, Silent treatment, passive aggressive comments, mind games, Walking on eggshells, Drama, Like living with a tantruming toddler 24/7, Straight up backing me into a wall and screaming in my face to get me to back down.
Constantly told I'm wrong, If I would only do it her way everything would be ok.
When I moved in with my first boyfriend at 22 she would call him at work questioning him about what his intentions were with me, Where was it going, trying to get him to split up with me, Tracked his parents number down and called them, when she got nowhere with that she threated to smash his windows. The calls to his work got so frequent his boss had to step in and threaten her with the police if she didn't stop it.
I ran away at 11, Tried to end it all three times by the time I was 12, My earliest memories are lying in my bed at night crying and begging for someone to come and rescue me. I left home at 15.
The irony is, Everyone who came to our house etc always said how much of a laugh my mum is and how nice she is, How lucky I was to have a mum like that. I know not many people will understand this, And believe me I have felt horrible for years about it, But I can't wait until she dies. She has made my entire life a misery from start to finish and I hate everything about her. I refuse to see her as a mother, I don't know why she had me in the first place, I wish she hadn't.