Queen Boudica
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I guess it is all becoming a lot clearer, the conditioning and manipulating venom she would spill. I have identified these triggers but have no idea how to overcome them because you need to be able to build meaningful relationships in order to feel accepted for who you are. However, if you have no idea who you are what can they accept?
Just needed to let that lot out.
Thanks for letting that out Saffy. I feel I relate to so much you have written. Particularly that last paragraph.
My mother once told me the only reason my friends were friends with me was because I was white and they were black and wanted to be with a white girl who of course was far superior. This was when I was about 17, before I was such an outcast and bullied at school I never invited friends home.
When I was younger my sister and I were rarely allowed on play dates or inviting other kids round because she never approved of the other kids. And the ones she did allow, who were my sisters friends, they bullied me and made fun of me, she still slagged off and complained how bad mannered and rude they were. Not that I had many friends anyway until I was about 16. I could barely talk and socialise I was so quiet.
Then, when my sister got mentally ill and I would come home from uni at weekends to be with them I was attacked for wanting to go out a few times with my friends in the evening. I should stay at home and get my priorities right and look after my sister. How could I be so selfish.
I was not allowed to date. Boys were only after one thing and none of them were good enough anyway. So I never had a boyfriend until I went to Uni and he was the one I married. I was scared of boys and I thought I was so hideous that any boy who looked at me was looking at me because I was so ugly. Any boy I was attracted to I did not know how to interact with and behave with. So, when I got some attention from, what turned out to be my abusive ex husband, of course I took anything he was willing to give me.
My mother had friends and then they would become her enemies. She would have fights with them in front of me and expect me to support her. Even when she was friends with them she was constantly slagging them off to me. She had a group of Spanish friends when we were very young and we would play with their kids. Then there was a big fight and we stopped seeing them. I lost the only kids I was allowed to play with. I was only 4. We were sometimes friends with neighbours and they had kids, but then she fought with them and we were not allowed to play with them. Nobody was ever good enough anyway, she always slagged them off even when she was friendly with them.
Oh yes, and one set of those kids, were brother and sister and she told me all about how they were caught together playing mummy's and daddy's and how it was all the fathers fault because he would let them see him in bed naked.
One neighbour she cleaned house for and I was friends with the younger son for a while. My mother was constantly criticising the mother and telling me how disgusting and filthy she was, how she could not keep her house clean. And then the neighbours husband left her and came back again and my mother told me how the neighbour had to do disgusting, unatural sexual acts and behave like a prostitute to get him back. I was about 6 years old and playing with her son. We moved soon after that, my mother had so many fights with all of the neighbours she no longer wanted to live in that area.
She wouldn't even let my friends refer to me with the name I like going by which is Liz, she would tell them off. Even one time I was working part time selling shoes and the manager phoned and she told him off for calling me Liz. My name was supposed to be Elizabeth because that is what she christened me as and I was her possession through and through. I was not supposed to have an identity of my own.
Now I have a couple of friends who are nice to me but I too never know really what is acceptable, I still end up feeling out of place and only there because they feel sorry for me and I will, sooner or later do something to annoy them.
Sorry, that bought back a whole load of memories. You are absolutely right. With all that conditioning and manipulation and venom, it is so hard to figure out who you are and to make any sort of meaningful relationship.