About a decade ago, while on brief respite from living with parents, I became suicidal. My therapist advised me to ask my parents to get rid of guns in their house. My dad kept loaded guns in practically every room of the house, including the bathroom, as well as in his car. All I knew at the time was that they complied.
Now, my mother keeps replaying the scenario. She told my dad the guns "bothered" me and that they should get rid of them. My dad insisted on just moving guns out to the garage, which would be out of the house yes, but not out of reach for me. My mom talked him out of it. They ended up selling the guns to the brother of an in-law because he owned a pawn shop. Over and done, right? Nope.
Now, Mom tells me frequently that they were robbed when they sold the guns because they were not given enough money for them. "Oh, how I wish we had at least kept the Winchester with the expensive scope. Oh how I wanted that little Midnight Special your dad kept in his dresser drawer." And it makes me sick because I am thinking okay, which do you wish you had -- me, or the guns? Me or the money you might have gotten?My mother doesn't even know how to load a gun. What does she think she would do with them, except maybe be able to get more money for them. My dad died in 2005, so he's not going to be using them.
I don't have to tell you that besides her constant reference to guns being a trigger for me, it just seems obvious that I might have killed myself if they HAD kept the Winchester and Midnight Special.
My mother has always been deficient in her awareness that children should be protected. That's another story I won't get into here, but my history with her is a long one of being left exposed to danger as a child, my having to be a parent to my younger sister, and growing up in fear that still haunts me. Part of my hypervigilance and hyper-anxiety to this day is due to growing up in this kind of environment. But to her, I was raised in a perfectly normal, Christian family who loved me and wanted the best for me. She persists in preserving her own self-image and piousness and belief that she was the model of a perfect parent.
But this deal with the guns. It is like she is obsessed with being cheated out of their true worth. That happened a long time ago, and I have the suspicion that she was given their fair value at the time. Why does she keep having to bring it up? I have asked her to just let it be. But she's getting worse. Every time I talk to her now, even on the phone, she references "all that your dad and I had to give up so you could be comfortable in our home." And I know what she's talking about.
What I want to do is cut off all ties with her. She is elderly and I have been her caregiver for a couple of years. I don't live with her, but I am over there almost daily, am her chauffeur, do her laundry, buy her groceries, pick up her medications, etc. She doesn't have dementia. I can't blame her callousness on that. I do have a brother and sister who stay at arm's length but do help some.
Now, my mother keeps replaying the scenario. She told my dad the guns "bothered" me and that they should get rid of them. My dad insisted on just moving guns out to the garage, which would be out of the house yes, but not out of reach for me. My mom talked him out of it. They ended up selling the guns to the brother of an in-law because he owned a pawn shop. Over and done, right? Nope.
Now, Mom tells me frequently that they were robbed when they sold the guns because they were not given enough money for them. "Oh, how I wish we had at least kept the Winchester with the expensive scope. Oh how I wanted that little Midnight Special your dad kept in his dresser drawer." And it makes me sick because I am thinking okay, which do you wish you had -- me, or the guns? Me or the money you might have gotten?My mother doesn't even know how to load a gun. What does she think she would do with them, except maybe be able to get more money for them. My dad died in 2005, so he's not going to be using them.
I don't have to tell you that besides her constant reference to guns being a trigger for me, it just seems obvious that I might have killed myself if they HAD kept the Winchester and Midnight Special.
My mother has always been deficient in her awareness that children should be protected. That's another story I won't get into here, but my history with her is a long one of being left exposed to danger as a child, my having to be a parent to my younger sister, and growing up in fear that still haunts me. Part of my hypervigilance and hyper-anxiety to this day is due to growing up in this kind of environment. But to her, I was raised in a perfectly normal, Christian family who loved me and wanted the best for me. She persists in preserving her own self-image and piousness and belief that she was the model of a perfect parent.
But this deal with the guns. It is like she is obsessed with being cheated out of their true worth. That happened a long time ago, and I have the suspicion that she was given their fair value at the time. Why does she keep having to bring it up? I have asked her to just let it be. But she's getting worse. Every time I talk to her now, even on the phone, she references "all that your dad and I had to give up so you could be comfortable in our home." And I know what she's talking about.
What I want to do is cut off all ties with her. She is elderly and I have been her caregiver for a couple of years. I don't live with her, but I am over there almost daily, am her chauffeur, do her laundry, buy her groceries, pick up her medications, etc. She doesn't have dementia. I can't blame her callousness on that. I do have a brother and sister who stay at arm's length but do help some.