Trigger warning for child abuse.
In my primary school years my mother was very abusive physically and emotionally. My dad was always working or doing a hobby out of the house so it was my mum and siblings a lot of the time.
I was a quiet child at school (am pretty sure I'm autistic, am waiting for NHS assessment) and was never a peep of trouble. At home I may have bickered with my siblings buy what child doesn't?
So she used to lose her shit a lot. And essentially beat me up. She would pull my hair. Smack me (with things. Not her hand, such as brushes or slippers) She would dig her long nails into my arms. Once she bit me leaving a bad indent. She would strangle me and also suffocate me by pinching my nose and covering my mouth.
I distinctly remember being scared of bath time because she would pour water over my face and I would panic, which would make her mad because I'd accidentally splash her and then she would grab at me and try and push me down and I thought she would drown me.
I was called stupid. An idiot. She was really aggressive and angry.
This went on into my early teens and wavered off as I got older and became a young woman.
I found it confusing as she was a good mum in many ways and we always had nice things/holidays/ clothes/ the hot toys at Christmas etc/ lots of presents on occasion days etc
Once I had my own children I found it even harder as I didn't understand how anyone could hurt their child.
We muddled along my adult life with little things coming up occasionally. Dramas. Her old self would come out sometimes but I have to admit she did help me in many ways and she didn't mellow a lot and the relationship was quite good on surface level.
I struggled massively with my mental health my whole adult life and have always been friendless. A combination of my autism and anxiety.
Recently it came to a head when there were 2 family events coming up and I didn't attend the first as I had alot on my plate with my kids and I don't do well in public places and socialising. (I have to say that 2 of my kids had some serious things going on and I told her this and it took her 8 weeks to come see them and she stayed 15 mins and that's it, she only comes on their birthdays and she Ives 20 mins away. She believes we should be the ones visiting her, but she drives!)
My Dr thinks I may have OCD ontop of my anxiety and depression because of my intrusive thoughts and I just feel stupid constantly. I've not been able to work for years.
Have panic attacks etc. I can't go any where alone.
So the 2nd, smaller family event was coming up and it fell on my sons birthday and I said I couldn't go because of that.
She basically said they wouldn't change the day as I probably wouldn't show up any way as I make no effort to be part of the family and I couldn't even be bothered going to the 1st party and she would have liked all her kids there. And I never go and visit her.
TBH I lost it, this was all over txt. And I texted her basically asking if she was fucking serious? And the reason I can't go and and socialise at a busy party is because I'm fucked up because of her as I spent my primary school years being bitten and strangled. I called her a narcissist and blocked her.
And haven't heard from her since.
And she immediately went on Facebook and changed her profile pic from a photo of us all to just her, and her cover photo from all the grandkids to something else. So me and my kids weren't on them
Part of me thinks I should contact her but I know she will play ZERO part in extending an olive branch and I will be the one apologising to her for saying those things and she won't mention my childhood or apologise for it.
I'm just so sad because I would walk across glass for my kids and if I knew I hurt them in some way I'd do everything I could to apologise and make it up to them.
All she had to do was acknowledge what she did and say sorry bit she won't.
And I'm the bad guy for not being able to get over it.
Which I might be able to do with an apology but it's the lack of acknowledgement and blaming me for being this way when it's probably down to her actions!
So do I just bite the bullet and extend an olive branch (and risk it being shot down and me spiralling more) or just accept that this is how it is now and I don't have a relationship with my mother?