I haven't posted here for a long time but wondered whether a few mums wiser than me might be able to offer some words of advice.
Our daughter is 15 in June. Ours has always been a close family and I have always been extremely close to my mum mainly, followed by my Nan. My daughter too was always extremely close to my mum, it was lovely to see how special their relationship was. My Mum was severely damaged by a horrible childhood and never really recovered from the anorexia that started when she was 16. This caused many serious health problems for her when I was in my late teens and from then on.
Our daughter has never been an easy child - she was referred for testing for Aspergers syndrome when she was eight or nine because her behaviour was so challenging. Through it all - including my PND- my mum was always there; she couldn't always help but she was a constant, comforting presence and my best friend.
My Mum passed away in February 2017, only nine months after my Nan, when she was only 64. It's been hard and is still hard. My husband has been amazing. My dad fell apart completely, my brother shut himself off and my daughter was devastated; I think now I pushed my own grief to one side to try and make sure everyone else was alright. I struggle a great deal with difficult emotions around my Mum - she wasn't always easy and our relationship, although close, was complicated.I have had bereavement counselling which helped a little but it's still so hard.
My daughter has struggled with losing her Nan just four months before her 13th birthday...My Mum's illnesses also meant she saw a lot of things that were traumatic for her, and I have stressed to her time and time again not to worry that she is upsetting me, that she can talk as much as she likes. She has talked about things - sometimes it is hard for me to listen to but I know it's important - but is still struggling and her age now means that things are getting worse and I think she may be bordering depression. She puts so much pressure on herself at school, she is worried sick about exams, her confidence is so low and she is still grieving her Nan. She has been referred by our doctor for bereavement counselling which we are waiting for but in the meantime things seem to be getting worse.
She won't help with a thing unless she is told, even to the extent of leaving her knickers inside her trousers when she takes them off so I have to peel them apart to wash, she is rude and obnoxious and speaks to us like dirt; other relatives she will hardly speak a word to at all. If I bring her up on it I get a shallow 'sorry' and often told that she's having 'a bad day.' Not even taking her phone away for a day or docking pocket money seems to work. I spend my days see sawing between compassion that she's feeling like this and wanting to do everything I can to help her and frustration that she seems to think feeling like this is an 'excuse' to speak and behave how she wants. She will have hours of stomping around the house, shouting and crying over the smallest thing until I want to just get into bed and pull the duvet over my head. I try so hard not to get drawn into arguments but sometimes it's hard not to and whilst I'm still grieving the loss of my mum I'm starting to grieve the loss of her in a different way as well. There are days - most days at the moment - when I don't have a clue what I'm doing with her and these are the days when I feel the loss of my Mum the most, when I don't have anyone supporting me from the sidelines, to give me a hug and tell me I'm doing okay.
Monday night was the worst evening we've had with her and her 'tantrum' went on for hours; I don't even remember what started it. She has made friends with a girl who has suffered with depression herself and whilst it's fantastic she has that support from outside the family I do think they're turning it all into more of a 'thing' if that makes sense - my daughter's started mentioning 'depression' (something we hadn't done as we don't think she needs a 'label' for how she feels) and my daughter has had to leave class a few times in the last fortnight due to 'panic attacks', which she's never had before (her friend has suffered with them in the past.) There's a lot of messaging back and forth and I sometimes think she's actually worse since the friendship started. I'm aware this might sound hard but I'm having trouble explaining exactly what I mean. This 'tantrum' Monday night just went on and on and I felt completely at a loss as did my husband. She didn't know why she felt like she did, she didn't know what was causing the 'panic attacks' and she didn't know what things could help lift her mood. She was sorry she kept shouting and speaking to me like dirt whilst carrying on doing it. Struggling to keep my patience I mentioned the fact that she always seemed better with her friends and she said yes, sometimes I can pretend. That's when I said the stupidest thing I could have said before thinking how to formulate my words and I told her 'well, perhaps you can try pretending at home then?' What I ACTUALLY meant was, if there's something that works when you're with your friends, is it something you can do at home but of course that's not how it came out.
I spoke to her later in the evening when we were calm and she brought my comment up. I apologised and told her that not for a second did she have to pretend that everything was fine or that I was expecting her to put a brave face on things. I tried to explain what I had meant to say and that my words did not come out the way I wanted them to.
She is distant with me since then though and I cannot stop beating myself up over this. I cannot believe I was so stupid to give her the impression that she should just 'pretend everything is fine' and am worried that she won't actually forgive me for this. I suppose I feel sorry for myself too, even though I have no right to; I have spent the last two years since she lost her Nan putting her feelings before my own, spending hours talking with her and trying to understand...I make one stupid mistake and it feels like all that has gone.
I'm not looking for sympathy, I am aware that I said a stupid, stupid thing and cannot forgive myself for it. I feel like the worst mum. Is there any way of mending things or have I lost her trust?
Thank you for reading.