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I am in awe and admiration of all of you for being the survivors you are.
I have a few questions:
Does anyone have any experience with "Attachment Focused Family Therapy/Dyadic Developmental Psychotherapy (DDP)".? I looking to learn from your experience pls share or private message me.
You see, I'm a lovely 44 year old female but had a very complex relationship with my mother. I for years was seeing therapists about "abandonment, rejection" of a mother because she abandoned me and left my father without any prior warnings which changed the course of my life - when I was 17. I have had bouts with depression a few times at 17, 30, 36. And currently have to take a few different meds to stay emotionally regulated.
My mother one year ago passed away after 8 months of being in the hospital due to heart and lung issues. I was trying to save her. Found the right doctor for her to get a second opinion for a vascular surgery, but she didn't want to listen and 2 days before the consult at John Hopkins Medical Center, she went under the knife of an unknown surgeon. From there, she had a heart attack and got close to death a few times. I personally watched her get close a few times. No matter how much I tried to convince her that her course of treatment was wrong, doctors, hospital... she wouldn't listen. But my brother and sister had full control over her. My brother bullied me for the entire time using his "Point of Contact" rights to hold me back from seeing her or talking to the doctors. Didn't stop me. I watched her slowly die in front of me and felt helpless. Apparently she had amassed a lot of jewelry and my siblings tortured her in a cheap hospital until she realized she is really dying, my brother discharged her from the hospital without me knowing took her home as she openned the SAFE and gave him everything. Soon after my siblings transfered her out of that hospital. I was with my mother the last weekend she was there. I knew my time was limited and that she wouldn't live. So I wanted permanent permission to come to the next hospital, but my brother didn't allow for me to go. My heart broke again. After a huge fight, I said my goodbye. I didn't have the heart to be mean to her. Instead, I thanked her for everything and left - we both knew she wasn't going to hang around much longer. And to save her life, I had to stay away so the fighting between my siblings and I would stop. EVERYTHING I was telling them we were doing incorrectly for the course of her treatment they would do the opposite. Since I was right, I thought it was best to let the doctors talk sense to them. I live with these horrible tramas all the time. I have flashbacks all the time. My mother went into coma and that was when my brother allowed me to see her. I thought all along as he would put it, he was "protecting" her - what a bad person I had been. She was in coma and I stayed in the room, held her hand until she left us.
I want to reiterate - that I have had doctors look at my mother's medical records and even those that do not have a background. The general consensus is that I was right all along. My personal belief all along - since it started was that she was misdiagnosed, had she allowed for me to help her, she would still be alive. I genuinely believe it.
If I was to explain how hard I worked to save her for 8 months, you all would be in shock. The fact that I had had issues all my life with her - and she with me made me feel ever more guilty all the time - and I was relentless. I live in NYC and she was in Washington - in 4 months I drove 8000 mile. I deposited large amounts in her back account to make sure her bills were being paid. Yet, I was constantly door-slammed, bullied by my 35 year old brother putting fear in me that he would call Hospital Security and prevent me from seeing my mother. My siblings too access to her medical portal away from me. Her email password which I had for years my sister changed. I would find ways to get information about her health but the amount of times I heard "your mother has told us not to give you information" are far too many to count. And those 8 months each step was like using a hammer and nailing it in my head one at a time. When she died, my brother started to act weird. Told his friends not to speak to me. My mother had a jewelry store which he was managing and he soon said the store was his. Her Safe at home my siblings which are both jewelers claimed she had lost the combination to it but I had seen the Safe door open - as my childhood jewelry was in there. I went on a pilgrimage to save my own life soon after - a backpack, hiking shoes and my faith - for 33 days I walked 500 miles. I then got suspicious and found my mother's jewelry being sold on E-Bay which literally broke my heart. How was that possible? Here I was the least loved child that was pushed away for 44 years trying to save her mother, but the "chosen son" was busy plotting for her death and her jewelry. For months, I was going through this horrible grieving... finally one day, when I was speaking to my therapist, I said to her that I think my issue is not around abandonment, but around "attachment"... the theory that adults with childhood trauma by a parent(s) don't develop the most basic "developments" to deal with their feelings of trust, attachment - and in adulthood it turns into PTSD of sort. The truth is that my mother emotionally de-stablized me since I was a baby. All the time over various things until I was 17. When I went away for college and I would visit her once a month she would push my buttons and we would have a huge flight - when we were alone. She would call my brother (9 years younger than me) to come to her home and bully me (not physically)... this went on all of my life.
I wrote this long story - apologies - but I needed to share the backstory - my question for all of you is - what happens to the adult (ex-child) when the parent that hurts them all their life dies. What will they grieve? What will they carry on? How can they development "attachment" so they can have a full life? Or is it not possible? That the fear of getting hurt "again" makes them stay at home watching Netflix as life passes them by?
Has anyone dealt with a situation like mine? How have you sought treatment?
I must emphasize that in my family we don't have any history of physical abuse. This is all mental abuse.
I would appreciate your thoughts.
I have a few questions:
Does anyone have any experience with "Attachment Focused Family Therapy/Dyadic Developmental Psychotherapy (DDP)".? I looking to learn from your experience pls share or private message me.
You see, I'm a lovely 44 year old female but had a very complex relationship with my mother. I for years was seeing therapists about "abandonment, rejection" of a mother because she abandoned me and left my father without any prior warnings which changed the course of my life - when I was 17. I have had bouts with depression a few times at 17, 30, 36. And currently have to take a few different meds to stay emotionally regulated.
My mother one year ago passed away after 8 months of being in the hospital due to heart and lung issues. I was trying to save her. Found the right doctor for her to get a second opinion for a vascular surgery, but she didn't want to listen and 2 days before the consult at John Hopkins Medical Center, she went under the knife of an unknown surgeon. From there, she had a heart attack and got close to death a few times. I personally watched her get close a few times. No matter how much I tried to convince her that her course of treatment was wrong, doctors, hospital... she wouldn't listen. But my brother and sister had full control over her. My brother bullied me for the entire time using his "Point of Contact" rights to hold me back from seeing her or talking to the doctors. Didn't stop me. I watched her slowly die in front of me and felt helpless. Apparently she had amassed a lot of jewelry and my siblings tortured her in a cheap hospital until she realized she is really dying, my brother discharged her from the hospital without me knowing took her home as she openned the SAFE and gave him everything. Soon after my siblings transfered her out of that hospital. I was with my mother the last weekend she was there. I knew my time was limited and that she wouldn't live. So I wanted permanent permission to come to the next hospital, but my brother didn't allow for me to go. My heart broke again. After a huge fight, I said my goodbye. I didn't have the heart to be mean to her. Instead, I thanked her for everything and left - we both knew she wasn't going to hang around much longer. And to save her life, I had to stay away so the fighting between my siblings and I would stop. EVERYTHING I was telling them we were doing incorrectly for the course of her treatment they would do the opposite. Since I was right, I thought it was best to let the doctors talk sense to them. I live with these horrible tramas all the time. I have flashbacks all the time. My mother went into coma and that was when my brother allowed me to see her. I thought all along as he would put it, he was "protecting" her - what a bad person I had been. She was in coma and I stayed in the room, held her hand until she left us.
I want to reiterate - that I have had doctors look at my mother's medical records and even those that do not have a background. The general consensus is that I was right all along. My personal belief all along - since it started was that she was misdiagnosed, had she allowed for me to help her, she would still be alive. I genuinely believe it.
If I was to explain how hard I worked to save her for 8 months, you all would be in shock. The fact that I had had issues all my life with her - and she with me made me feel ever more guilty all the time - and I was relentless. I live in NYC and she was in Washington - in 4 months I drove 8000 mile. I deposited large amounts in her back account to make sure her bills were being paid. Yet, I was constantly door-slammed, bullied by my 35 year old brother putting fear in me that he would call Hospital Security and prevent me from seeing my mother. My siblings too access to her medical portal away from me. Her email password which I had for years my sister changed. I would find ways to get information about her health but the amount of times I heard "your mother has told us not to give you information" are far too many to count. And those 8 months each step was like using a hammer and nailing it in my head one at a time. When she died, my brother started to act weird. Told his friends not to speak to me. My mother had a jewelry store which he was managing and he soon said the store was his. Her Safe at home my siblings which are both jewelers claimed she had lost the combination to it but I had seen the Safe door open - as my childhood jewelry was in there. I went on a pilgrimage to save my own life soon after - a backpack, hiking shoes and my faith - for 33 days I walked 500 miles. I then got suspicious and found my mother's jewelry being sold on E-Bay which literally broke my heart. How was that possible? Here I was the least loved child that was pushed away for 44 years trying to save her mother, but the "chosen son" was busy plotting for her death and her jewelry. For months, I was going through this horrible grieving... finally one day, when I was speaking to my therapist, I said to her that I think my issue is not around abandonment, but around "attachment"... the theory that adults with childhood trauma by a parent(s) don't develop the most basic "developments" to deal with their feelings of trust, attachment - and in adulthood it turns into PTSD of sort. The truth is that my mother emotionally de-stablized me since I was a baby. All the time over various things until I was 17. When I went away for college and I would visit her once a month she would push my buttons and we would have a huge flight - when we were alone. She would call my brother (9 years younger than me) to come to her home and bully me (not physically)... this went on all of my life.
I wrote this long story - apologies - but I needed to share the backstory - my question for all of you is - what happens to the adult (ex-child) when the parent that hurts them all their life dies. What will they grieve? What will they carry on? How can they development "attachment" so they can have a full life? Or is it not possible? That the fear of getting hurt "again" makes them stay at home watching Netflix as life passes them by?
Has anyone dealt with a situation like mine? How have you sought treatment?
I must emphasize that in my family we don't have any history of physical abuse. This is all mental abuse.
I would appreciate your thoughts.