oops, that's talk obviously
Essay warning! Here goes:-
I'm the eldest of four. Dad was a bully. I'm the scapegoat. Dad died ten years ago. I started therapy; discovered I had been seriously abused in almost every way (or possibly every way, I have few memories). I'm living down to my Scapegoat position by being the only family member with mental illness - also in that, ten years ago, my very successful career fell apart. I'm now poor, single & struggling. This is in my profile, btw.
My mum's personality is: sweet, lovely, always sees the positive, hasn't got a malicious bone in her body, etc. She's a bit nutty but not in a bad way. She loved dad and their marriage was fundamentally good, despite his lousy temper. Before I got therapied-up, she wouldn't even admit that he beat the shit out of her on a regular basis. She still manages to hold on to the dual beliefs that he was a good husband and was cruel to her and to me.
As a mother, she was neglectful especially towards me. She criticised dad's violence, but did nothing to protect us and taught me how to justify it (he's tired, worried, blah blah). She discussed their sex life with me, was extremely sexually jealous of me - still is, though she keeps her mouth shut now I've told her off in public for it! - and very controlling/manipulative. She has a highly individual belief system around diet. I was anorexic in my teens - the school noticed it in time.
She fits the Narcissistic Mother profile very well. I recently realised my ex had Asperger's and, when I told her about it, she said she thinks she is, too. I actually think she may be right - it looks a lot like narcissism - but, whichever, I'm failing to deal with myself here and need advice.
A few years ago I became homeless. I was failing to cope, and didn't know how to get help. Mum TRICKED me into coming to live with her, in a remote village a few miles from where I am now. I lived a peripheral life around her, until the mental health team here helped me to find a house in the town (huge sighs of relief all round). This is the second time a psychiatrist has intervened to get me away from her, so I suspect I am failing to see just how much harm she does me.
She is 80 years old, and now in a happy relationship with a much nicer man (yeah, you can find love again in your 70s!!) I want to avoid upsetting her final years, and am doing quite a good job of letting her play the mother she believes herself to be. Our lives are very enmeshed these days, though, and without regular psychological support I find it very demanding. I can't discuss my ishoos about her with my sibs, as I'm the only one doing the therapy. Help!!
I think I'm mainly looking for some detached observations. Even though I didn't spend Christmas with her, she's very much in my life right now. I'm slowly coming to think that, just maybe, the reason I'm taking so long to get a life back together is because of this. Any ideas?