Hi guys,
In my case my father was the abuser, but my mother did nothing to stop him, sided with him, covered for him, hid my bruises with clothes and make-up, forbid me to cry because "the neighbours might hear", brainwashed me to think it was my fault and I was probaby insane and threatening to have me committed, taught me that "that's just how men are, I'll look at a husband you'll find, I bet he won't be any better" and of course never called the police or the ambulance.
When I was a child, however, I never really looked at her for these things she did. I hated and feared my father because his abuse was pretty much straightforward, but I loved my mother, because there were also good times, and any happy memories I have are with her. She did care and provide for me when everything was ok, but never was there for me, ignored me and pretended everything was ok when the abuse was heppenning.
I knew she had had difficult childhood herself, so when I was a teenager I had so much compassion for her. Now as an adult who think to maybe have kinds on my own with my kind and supportive partner (yes, mom, those men exist too), I really looked at her. And I felt a newly found surge of anger and resentment towards her. How could she have just watched what was happenning and covered for him? I'd never let anyone treat my cat that way, let alone I child I might have! And for so many years!
Now I am torn between my feeling of love and compassion that I still have for her and the anger and resentment. I live far away from the place I grew up in. She still lives there with my abuser and still plays the role of a perfect housewife for her friends and the outside world. We Skype or write messages weekly. BUT she will only talk to me about random small stuff, like her kitchen garden or what one of my cousins is up to. I am only allowed to talk about trivial positive things in my life as well. She doesn't deny thing have happend, but she denies they had any effect on me. Yes, he is a very cruel man, all the abuse did happen, and she's sorry, but she loved me and did the best she can. She goes to church and prays, so the god had obviously forgiven her. She's over now, why can't I be? She thinks PTSD is just in my head, in spite of me having seen a bunch of psychologists and 2 psychiatrists throught the years. If I mention therapy or the medication I'm taking, she gets offended. After all, it's all in the past, and the only reason I'm still suffering is that I keep thinking about it.
It's funny she was so quick to diagnose me with "crazy" when I was a depressed, abused teenager and was using a threat of committing me to a mental institution to manipulate me, but now when I actually am diagnosed with PTSD by psychiatrists and seek treatment - she resents it and gets really annoyed when I talk about it. (Sidenote: my father, who has nothing to do with psychiatry at all, has diagnosed me with Bipolar, and used that as an excuse to beat and torture me. I think that's where she got the idea and just ran with it. If he really cared about me and suspected I had bipolar, he would've brought me to a psychologist, not use it to justify himself. Of course I was depressed and sometimes had anger issues when I got older, in light of what he did to me throughout all these years.)
Every time I talk to her and she uses that stern, dismissive tone I feel the same way I did when I was a child and she was convincing me I was the crazy, defiant brat and probably deserved it. I mean, as a teenager I did start trying to talk back to him and stand my ground, how dared I.
Her dismissal cuts me to the bone. Growing up I thought I had at least one parent who cared about me, now, I'm not so sure.
I stil want to care for her when she's old and can't take care of herself. But I just don't know how to talk to her without losing my own sense of sanity.
Is anyone else in this situation?
How do you cope?
In my case my father was the abuser, but my mother did nothing to stop him, sided with him, covered for him, hid my bruises with clothes and make-up, forbid me to cry because "the neighbours might hear", brainwashed me to think it was my fault and I was probaby insane and threatening to have me committed, taught me that "that's just how men are, I'll look at a husband you'll find, I bet he won't be any better" and of course never called the police or the ambulance.
When I was a child, however, I never really looked at her for these things she did. I hated and feared my father because his abuse was pretty much straightforward, but I loved my mother, because there were also good times, and any happy memories I have are with her. She did care and provide for me when everything was ok, but never was there for me, ignored me and pretended everything was ok when the abuse was heppenning.
I knew she had had difficult childhood herself, so when I was a teenager I had so much compassion for her. Now as an adult who think to maybe have kinds on my own with my kind and supportive partner (yes, mom, those men exist too), I really looked at her. And I felt a newly found surge of anger and resentment towards her. How could she have just watched what was happenning and covered for him? I'd never let anyone treat my cat that way, let alone I child I might have! And for so many years!
Now I am torn between my feeling of love and compassion that I still have for her and the anger and resentment. I live far away from the place I grew up in. She still lives there with my abuser and still plays the role of a perfect housewife for her friends and the outside world. We Skype or write messages weekly. BUT she will only talk to me about random small stuff, like her kitchen garden or what one of my cousins is up to. I am only allowed to talk about trivial positive things in my life as well. She doesn't deny thing have happend, but she denies they had any effect on me. Yes, he is a very cruel man, all the abuse did happen, and she's sorry, but she loved me and did the best she can. She goes to church and prays, so the god had obviously forgiven her. She's over now, why can't I be? She thinks PTSD is just in my head, in spite of me having seen a bunch of psychologists and 2 psychiatrists throught the years. If I mention therapy or the medication I'm taking, she gets offended. After all, it's all in the past, and the only reason I'm still suffering is that I keep thinking about it.
It's funny she was so quick to diagnose me with "crazy" when I was a depressed, abused teenager and was using a threat of committing me to a mental institution to manipulate me, but now when I actually am diagnosed with PTSD by psychiatrists and seek treatment - she resents it and gets really annoyed when I talk about it. (Sidenote: my father, who has nothing to do with psychiatry at all, has diagnosed me with Bipolar, and used that as an excuse to beat and torture me. I think that's where she got the idea and just ran with it. If he really cared about me and suspected I had bipolar, he would've brought me to a psychologist, not use it to justify himself. Of course I was depressed and sometimes had anger issues when I got older, in light of what he did to me throughout all these years.)
Every time I talk to her and she uses that stern, dismissive tone I feel the same way I did when I was a child and she was convincing me I was the crazy, defiant brat and probably deserved it. I mean, as a teenager I did start trying to talk back to him and stand my ground, how dared I.
Her dismissal cuts me to the bone. Growing up I thought I had at least one parent who cared about me, now, I'm not so sure.
I stil want to care for her when she's old and can't take care of herself. But I just don't know how to talk to her without losing my own sense of sanity.
Is anyone else in this situation?
How do you cope?