My mother told me, when I told her, I was pregnant, that she'd been praying that something like that would happen. Is that weird?
Your 16 year old daughter takes off, after you ignore that she'd been raped and nearly died of alcohol poisoning and when she calls you up three months later, pregnant to a 34 year old, you tell her that was something you wanted for her. ?????
Is that kinda weird to you?
I guess it's a step up from her (me) turning up dead.
I don't understand my mum. She was having a fundi Christian phase at the time. I thought it was bonkers. It didn't involve any care coming my way so I was pretty cynical.
She's a very dissociative, self-focused person.
She'd already branded me as selfish (since small) nasty, lazy, "difficult", ungrateful, shameful (You should be ashamed was a constant message I got from tiny), a "guttersnipe" (at 11, not sure why) and I was always told if I wasn't happy, " If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all". I ended up nearly mute and would cut, starve, and was deeply depressed instead.
To be honest I don't remember heaps of stuff.
I do remember being verbally attacked and taunted a lot by her, especially when I was angry or upset. I remember this last time she hit me, she was trying to pull my hair, kick me and slap me and punch me and I was 14 and a little bigger than her and I just held her arms and stopped her punching me. I was stronger than her. I never laid a finger on her though. I've never hit my mum. I just looked at her and held her off me.
I think I went to my Dad's shortly after that because that's what she'd say "if you don't like it here, go to your father's" so I would.
But Aspie parents aren't awesome either.
I'm deeply ashamed for having the audacity to procreate. Especially with my circumstances. I thought it was the only way survival could happen though. I'm only here because of my fruitful womb. He never cared about me and I knew it. I never expected to be cared about though, that's why I wanted someone I could care about but I was a shell. I lurched from one thing that happened to my body to the next thing that happened to my body.
Deeply ashamed.