I have name changed for this incase anyone I know linked it to my other posts, but I could really use some perspective on this please.
Having recently been on the narcissistic mothers thread, the more I saw, the more I felt that I could possibly see my own mother in some of people’s descriptions. But then I think maybe I am over stretching and seeing things that are not there.
I feel so guilty even writing this, I’m not sure I’m going to be brave enough to actually post it but I could really use an outside perspective.
I love my mum and she has a lot of good qualities, everyone thinks she is wonderful
And how lucky I am to have her as my mum, but I feel there is also a side to her that only I see and experience (hence why I wonder if my perspective is off and I’m imagining it.)
I have spent ages writing something out but it feels so disloyal and disrespectful to post it, so I have deleted a lot of it and will try and post something smaller below.
Nothing is every good enough for her and I always feel like I have disappointed her or let her down somehow. For as long as I can remember I have always sought the approval of my mother and even though nothing was/ is ever deemed good enough, I cannot seem to get out of this mindset of wanting her approval and validation. She will offer a compliment, but that will always be coupled with a criticism.
She doesn’t seem to ever like it when I am in a relationship. She says I don’t give her enough time, don’t want to share details
with her and unless I can date someone who will enhance the family, then I shouldn’t be with them.
I spend everyday feeling incredibly guilty that I don’t do enough for her and am made to feel her requests are perfectly reasonable and saying no makes me a horrible person. She will often cry and point out all she has done for me and that she’s not asking for much by asking me to do x,y and z.
As a child, materialistically, I had everything I ever wanted, but now seeing it as an adult, I feel like the emotional side of it wasn’t there in the same way, particularly once I was a teenager.
Appearance means a lot to her. We were always told that things were to remain inside the family and not be discussed outside of it. Led to believe that we would be gossiped about etc so I never trusted anyone with anything. This meant I never confided anything in my friends and even now as an adult (mid 30s) I still struggle in friendships beyond a surface level as I don’t feel able to share anything that’s personal and don’t feel I could trust anyone as there is an ingrained fear that it will be used against me or gossiped about. I’ll only share things that wouldn’t be able to hurt me if they were used against me.
When there was some huge family issues going on at home when I was a teenager, I struggled with them alone as we were explicitly told not to tell anyone. We were told what we were ‘allowed’ to say if asked, and had to stick to this for the good of the family.
Physical Appearance is very important to her. As children, we were always immaculately presented and would not be allowed to leave the house if we did not look perfect (even if it meant changing our outfit in the middle of the day).
I am sadly failing my mum and feel totally inadequate because I am overweight. This is not acceptable to her.
She will tell me she woke in the night and couldn’t get back to sleep because she was worrying about my weight and the effects on my health.
Every time she sees me she wants to talk about my weight and asks if I am planning to lose weight/started a diet and wants to know whether I’ve eaten any ‘bad’ foods and if I’ve messed up the chance to lose weight that day etc. my self-esteem has been rock bottom for a long time, and this doesn’t help. This will also be coupled with comments such as ‘you’d have a nice figure if you lost weight’ and ‘you could be really pretty if you lost the fat.’
I am gay, and when I came out to her, it didn’t go well. At first she said it was just because I hadn’t met the right man, and that if I lose weight men would fancy me. I had to fight my corner and explain I didn’t fancy men. She was upset that I wasn’t going to have the life she wanted for me (husband and kids) and when I pointed out I was still planning to have marriage and children, she gave me many examples of how difficult my life would be as a gay woman. She did eventually accept it but I still feel like I’ve failed her somehow.
Whenever I see a tv show where someone comes out to their parents and it’s accepted with unconditional love and acceptable, it always makes me cry. I wish I had that.
I have sought therapy in the past about my low self esteem and confidence, and when she heard I was going to therapy she wanted to know if I’d be talking about her and if so, what I was saying.
Therapy didn’t help and I stopped. I wasn’t sure if this was just because she was the wrong therapist or because we never got to the root of the issue (I never thought any of it could be linked to my mum until now).
I know I need some therapy. What I don’t know is what I need.
Sorry for this long ramble, if you reached the bottom, I appreciate it and would welcome your thoughts.