Well...I went out!!! Had a great time. I have not had a night out or time to myself in a very long time and it was kind of my little reward to myself. I started out yesterday in such a good mood..I got to the hotel and I had the most amazing room at the Hilton, on the 18th floor overlooking the falls. There was a huge fireworks display and that was amazing.
I had a jacuzzi tub. lit candles, had chocolate, wine, music, bath salts, bubbles and for the first time in a very long time felt such a sense of peace and tranquility. I got ready and met friends, gambled a bit, ate dinner out..it was a lot of fun. Got up this morning got to use the jacuzzi again and I was feeling GREAT!!!
So...here is the problem. I got home..I was greated by my son running down the hall and a great big hug...yelling my name and my dog licking my face like crazy. Then......I hear my mother slamming things. I went downstairs and she looks at me with the psycko look...and says something to the effect of she does not want to see my f**king, rotton, little face. She then went on a screaming tirade. I was called just about everything...lazy, rotton, ungrateful, spoiled, bitch..all done in psycho mode. Of couse the tears started falling, I quickly started to dissasociate and kept hearing the words of a song..flowing like a river!...uuuggghhh
This was all brought on because the area that I keep my recycle in needed to be emptied...so I was lazy...blah, blah, blah. My house is spotless..and I really think that I am far from lazy. I have had a bad back injury, PTSD, moved, done rehab...I really think that I have been working hard..on top of having to drive to another city every day, daily to get medication. Anyway as she cat pointed out I should nnot have to try and explain why I am not lazy..uuuuggghhh
BTW...sorry, I freaked you out Wendy. I called her in a huge paanick attack and I was crying so hard I could not get the words out. She thought something really bad had happened to me last night. Thank You Wendy for helping me get through the worst part. She kept telling me to breathe. I finally was able to get the words out to tell her what happened and she managed to help me calm down.
I am just wondering what others points of view may be. i get that I need to set some boundaries with my mother..She had originally agreed to go to family counselling with me. Now she says she will not go. She is irrational, expects perfection and I really thought that because we have two separate apartments..it would be ok. I know when she gets the stove which just has not been done..then she will not need to come up here as much and that will help. That has to be a goal. That will help but how do you talk to someone that is a control freak, thinks shes right and will not accept anothers poit of view or opinion. How do I get her so do things when she absolutely refuses to go and talk to someone with me and she beleives it is her way and thats the end of it?
I am torn between being angry as I do not deserve this treatment or being sad because she really is mentally ill and needs treatment but refuses to. I need this to work, my son and I need a safe place to live. I need a little help...I can cope with it. It does bring me back to when I was a kid and then she would just kick me out. I had flashbacks all day of walking through my town...wondering where to go. I was on the psych floor at 15...because I had no where to go. Makes me so mad. Thank goodness I had just had the most amzing, relaxing 24 hours.
So...how the heck am I going to deal with this? How do I set boundaries when she will not listen and I am just wrong in her eyes.
I was thinking that I could give her a bottom line..get help or I will not take care of her. She has health issues and it is her greatest fear that she is going to end up in a nursing home and she has made me promise to take care of her here and never let that happen. I have been thinking all day...I can say that if she does not get help or treatment that I will NOT take care of her if and when she gets ill and I will put her in a nursing home. I don't want to threaten her with that but at this point...I don't know what to do.
Does anyone have any wisdom or advice because right about now I need it. I need this to work...I do not have any other avenues. I realized today..her freak outs are getting worse and about once a week she has me in tears, because she is upset about...well anything, trivial. I wanted to take something to numb myself so badly after this episode, anything... but I didn't...I wanted to though.
I honestly thought that the two apartments would make a difference but OMG....she goes psycho. I cannot handle being called names and I just feel like it is so unfair.:dontknow::wall:
I had a jacuzzi tub. lit candles, had chocolate, wine, music, bath salts, bubbles and for the first time in a very long time felt such a sense of peace and tranquility. I got ready and met friends, gambled a bit, ate dinner out..it was a lot of fun. Got up this morning got to use the jacuzzi again and I was feeling GREAT!!!
So...here is the problem. I got home..I was greated by my son running down the hall and a great big hug...yelling my name and my dog licking my face like crazy. Then......I hear my mother slamming things. I went downstairs and she looks at me with the psycko look...and says something to the effect of she does not want to see my f**king, rotton, little face. She then went on a screaming tirade. I was called just about everything...lazy, rotton, ungrateful, spoiled, bitch..all done in psycho mode. Of couse the tears started falling, I quickly started to dissasociate and kept hearing the words of a song..flowing like a river!...uuuggghhh
This was all brought on because the area that I keep my recycle in needed to be emptied...so I was lazy...blah, blah, blah. My house is spotless..and I really think that I am far from lazy. I have had a bad back injury, PTSD, moved, done rehab...I really think that I have been working hard..on top of having to drive to another city every day, daily to get medication. Anyway as she cat pointed out I should nnot have to try and explain why I am not lazy..uuuuggghhh
BTW...sorry, I freaked you out Wendy. I called her in a huge paanick attack and I was crying so hard I could not get the words out. She thought something really bad had happened to me last night. Thank You Wendy for helping me get through the worst part. She kept telling me to breathe. I finally was able to get the words out to tell her what happened and she managed to help me calm down.
I am just wondering what others points of view may be. i get that I need to set some boundaries with my mother..She had originally agreed to go to family counselling with me. Now she says she will not go. She is irrational, expects perfection and I really thought that because we have two separate apartments..it would be ok. I know when she gets the stove which just has not been done..then she will not need to come up here as much and that will help. That has to be a goal. That will help but how do you talk to someone that is a control freak, thinks shes right and will not accept anothers poit of view or opinion. How do I get her so do things when she absolutely refuses to go and talk to someone with me and she beleives it is her way and thats the end of it?
I am torn between being angry as I do not deserve this treatment or being sad because she really is mentally ill and needs treatment but refuses to. I need this to work, my son and I need a safe place to live. I need a little help...I can cope with it. It does bring me back to when I was a kid and then she would just kick me out. I had flashbacks all day of walking through my town...wondering where to go. I was on the psych floor at 15...because I had no where to go. Makes me so mad. Thank goodness I had just had the most amzing, relaxing 24 hours.
So...how the heck am I going to deal with this? How do I set boundaries when she will not listen and I am just wrong in her eyes.
I was thinking that I could give her a bottom line..get help or I will not take care of her. She has health issues and it is her greatest fear that she is going to end up in a nursing home and she has made me promise to take care of her here and never let that happen. I have been thinking all day...I can say that if she does not get help or treatment that I will NOT take care of her if and when she gets ill and I will put her in a nursing home. I don't want to threaten her with that but at this point...I don't know what to do.
Does anyone have any wisdom or advice because right about now I need it. I need this to work...I do not have any other avenues. I realized today..her freak outs are getting worse and about once a week she has me in tears, because she is upset about...well anything, trivial. I wanted to take something to numb myself so badly after this episode, anything... but I didn't...I wanted to though.
I honestly thought that the two apartments would make a difference but OMG....she goes psycho. I cannot handle being called names and I just feel like it is so unfair.:dontknow::wall: