Hi everyone,
I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood and my relationship with my parents recently, although I’ve been having counselling on and off for years (first started in about 2014, I think).
Over a period of time, I’ve come to realise that our mum was emotionally abusive. She’d threaten to give us away to Barnardo’s, give us a huge amount of Christmas presents and then throw them away when we were ‘bad’, ruin days out and holidays by flying into a rage and then giving us the silent treatment for days. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of trailing around the house after her crying ‘mummy mummy’ and her ignoring me completely. I was scared of her, even though I didn’t really entirely understand that at the time, but I understood that my friends had approachable mums and mine was scary.
When we got older, she’d rage at us for totally normal, age-appropriate things, like buying contact lenses, having travel injections, or going on the pill aged 17-18. I went on a study abroad placement which I really, really struggled with, but she refused to speak to me unless it was ‘a good FaceTime’, i.e. I didn’t burden her with my feeling upset or lonely.
All of this (and lots lots lots more besides, but for the sake of brevity…) meant that when I got to my early twenties, I wanted less to do with her. That’s when I first started having counselling and started to realise our relationship wasn’t normal. We spent our childhood and adolescence dealing with her emotions and nobody had any regard for ours, even when we were tiny. My dad commented that when I was a baby, I was so funny and smiley, and then that changed ‘as soon as I was aware of outside influences’, which is his way of saying as soon as I was old enough to be scared of my mum, I suppose.
When I was at uni, she’d call me every day and wanted to put tracking apps on my ipad. If I didn’t answer, she’d call my then-boyfriend to find out where I was.
So, when I left uni and met my now DH, I tried to put in some boundaries, and that just made everything worse. I wanted to stay near my uni town and DH’s hometown, about an hour away from them. She emailed me to tell me that if she walked in front of a lorry tomorrow, I’d be sorry that I didn’t see her more. My dad said that she ‘needed the support of her eldest daughter’ and that mum was about to be diagnosed with MS. We then found out that she did have MS, but she’d been diagnosed for years, because my younger sister had accidentally found a hospital letter about it at home some four years prior to that.
I was summoned to their house where she proceeded to cry all over me and beg me to tell her I loved her, so I did, to which she replied ‘I know you hate me’. When I didn’t react to her crying (she wanted me to cry too), I was deemed ‘cold and unfeeling’.
In between all this, at family occasions she carried on being rude and cruel to me, making jokes about me in public and crowing ‘oh, she doesn’t like that!’ about me.
Since then, she seems to have mellowed, but she still makes awful comments and we’re expected to just get over it, because that’s jusy how is.
I had a miscarriage before Christmas, and she’s been messaging me things like ‘if you want a hug, just say and I’ll be there ❤️❤️❤️’ - but the background is that she has never been there for us, we have had to think only about her our entire lives.
On the total flipside from that message, she asked about a scan I’d had to have before having surgery for the miscarriage, and then said ‘so it had died then?’ My dad phoned me the day after surgery to ask me to keep my mum ‘in the picture’, and said she was only trying to help.
I feel so angry towards both of them for years and years of this. My mum for how she treated us, how she never reflected on her behaviour and never sought to change or make amends. She has never apologised, we’re just expected to be happy families now. And my dad for throwing us under the bus for years, and for still doing it now even weeks after my miscarriage.
We’re expected to see them and keep in touch. I can’t bear it when I see a message from her on my phone. Yesterday she told me that my dad was going to drop her at my house - told me, didn’t ask if I was free or if I wanted to see her. The very very cynical part of me thinks that she is going to try and use my current state and grief to try and get back ‘in’ where I’d put up some boundaries.
Sorry, this post is a huge long mess (even though I said I was going to try and keep it brief!). I’m just unpicking the damage she’s caused, finding my sense of self that I never ever had in childhood, and she is still there still behaving in the same way, and my dad is enabling her.
I’m going back to counselling next week after a break of a year or so. Sorry, I think I’m just venting. Does anyone have any advice? I don’t even really think I’m asking about going NC because I know I couldn’t go through with it and it’d make her much much worse.