I hate that word when it's used too freely but I don't know how else to describe it.
Classic stately homes childhood. Financially comfortable, holidays abroad, latest toys and named brand clothes.
Behind closed doors house was always a tip. Washing piled high near back door, had to dig through a pile of 3ft washing to get clothes.
Dad away all the time
Working/hobbies/golf, anything to not be there.
Mum to the outside world was doting and fun/cool.
Behind closed doors was highly abusive physically and emotionally.
Not just smacking but hitting, pulling hair, scratching, biting, strangling, suffocating. Rough and angry at bathtime, pushing me under the water if I panicked when she poured jugs of water over my face.
This is all primary school age.
Had pretty normal relationship as adult.
Raised the abuse once as an adult and she physically attacked me
A few weeks ago something small happened and it all came pouring out and I basically turned it round and said (via text) that I'm this was because of her and her abuse as a child and that she's a narcissist and some pretty horrible things and blocked her.
Now I just keep crying.
Not because of my mum but I just keep thinking of my self as a child.
If I'm in the bath I panic I'm going to go under the water. If I'm playing a retro game I think about when I was a kid and I just wanted to play and be happy. So I break down
I keep seeing myself as a 9 year old in my head and wondering how thw fuck could she hurt a child like that?
Her own child?
She doesn't care
She's never apologised for anything in her life.
I'm the bad guy for saying she was a shit mum. She isn't the bad guy for actually doing all that!! I'm the problem for bringing it up.
I thought about writing a letter explaining why I exploded but she won't care. She will just see it as another attack.
I won't ever get an apology.
She was sadistic about it. That's the worst part.
I feel like she didn't just lose it sometimes
I feel like she enjoyed seeing me in pain
I remember her eyes boring into mine as I struggled for breath
That really gets to me :(
I asked the NHS for therapy and they referred me for 3rd round of CBT instead of trauma therapy which I wanted.
I'm just fed up.
I'm a nervous wreck with next to no life because of what she did. Yet she still acts like a great mum because she buys nice Xmas presents etc