I thought this post could go in a couple of places, so chose "Discussion General" - Hope I've posted it in the right spot . . .
Today was my grand-daughter’s third birthday. I suggested to my daughter-in-law that she include my daughter (severe PTSD) in the preparations, knowing that she’d enjoy the artsy-fartsy stuff and that it may help her feel more a part of the family. It was understood not to give my daughter tasks that might overwhelm her, and that begin around a lot of people might be uncomfortable, so she might leave early – Everyone was “in” on it including my daughter. All was planned well.
I entered the home of my son, holding heavy gifts and goodies to eat, and headed to the kitchen. Moments later, my daughter walked in to set something down and says, “Hey Mom” – an acknowledgement, said flatly, yet an acknowledgement nonetheless. I turned, hugged her (no hug back) and warmly say, “Hi Honey, good to see you.” . . . We went about our respective party tasks.
Later, I noticed my daughter is animated – seemingly having a good time at the party and talking to lots of folks. She’s sitting with my former first husband (not her dad), his wife and their daughter – we’ve all known each other a very, very long time. The four of them along with my youngest son’s fiancé are in conversation about my daughter’s new tattoo.
As I go to sit down next to youngest son’s fiancé, across from former husband, and diagonal to my daughter, I ask, “Oh, can I see it?” My former husband’s wife leans forward, protecting my daughter, waves her hand back and forth and tells me, “No, we’re not showing it to anyone else.” Everyone laughs, but me. I wasn’t in on the beginning of the conversation and I’m not in on “the joke.”
I fall silent while we eat and the rest of them talk.
Later, I try again – My daughter is now sitting across from my youngest son’s fiancé. I sit down and begin talking with youngest son’s fiancé wondering where he is at (he had to attend a class). Knowing that my daughter has enrolled in college, I think that subject might be a better in-road to having a conversation between the three of us (fiancé just graduated) and so I ask my daughter if she got the classes she wanted. My daughter answers with a heavy sigh: “I just finished telling somebody else. (shaking head no and rolling her eyes) I don’t want to go over it again with you.”
Me: “Well, then, I’ll just shut up and leave.” (and I go) Yea, I know - real mature :yuck:
Prior to my daughter’s trauma event, we were in no contact – long story, she assaulted me (unprovoked). I reached out to her after her trauma event (I have moderate PTSD from abuse from her father, which has not been disclosed to my children). The connections we have had over the last several months (card, emails, phone, texts, and lunches out) have all been through my initiation.
I feel that my daughter has rejected me most of her life. I feel she hates me. I feel intimidated by her and afraid that she may one day strike me again. Intellectually, I don’t think she would but I feel she might.
To hate me, to feel disdain for me (I believe is unwarranted and the result of parental alienation). Regardless, to hate me is her prerogative. But it hurts and I can’t take it anymore.
I feel inclined to write my daughter an email saying “I give up” – If she wants a relationship with me, or if there’s something that I can do to help her move forward in her life, she’s can take steps to get in touch with me directly.
I know doing this would not go over well with my son’s and their wives – Doing so would put a wedge between me and them (which I don't want) because they couldn't fathom how a mother “give up” on her daughter - I feel that in my daughter’s eyes, that I am a worthless piece of crap. That she has succumb to the lies her father told her (my son's have learned about their father's true character). She is blind (they're not going to tell her), and I'm sick of the whole mess.
I feel stuck – and welcome advice/insights how to handle the situation.
Drew
Today was my grand-daughter’s third birthday. I suggested to my daughter-in-law that she include my daughter (severe PTSD) in the preparations, knowing that she’d enjoy the artsy-fartsy stuff and that it may help her feel more a part of the family. It was understood not to give my daughter tasks that might overwhelm her, and that begin around a lot of people might be uncomfortable, so she might leave early – Everyone was “in” on it including my daughter. All was planned well.
I entered the home of my son, holding heavy gifts and goodies to eat, and headed to the kitchen. Moments later, my daughter walked in to set something down and says, “Hey Mom” – an acknowledgement, said flatly, yet an acknowledgement nonetheless. I turned, hugged her (no hug back) and warmly say, “Hi Honey, good to see you.” . . . We went about our respective party tasks.
Later, I noticed my daughter is animated – seemingly having a good time at the party and talking to lots of folks. She’s sitting with my former first husband (not her dad), his wife and their daughter – we’ve all known each other a very, very long time. The four of them along with my youngest son’s fiancé are in conversation about my daughter’s new tattoo.
As I go to sit down next to youngest son’s fiancé, across from former husband, and diagonal to my daughter, I ask, “Oh, can I see it?” My former husband’s wife leans forward, protecting my daughter, waves her hand back and forth and tells me, “No, we’re not showing it to anyone else.” Everyone laughs, but me. I wasn’t in on the beginning of the conversation and I’m not in on “the joke.”
I fall silent while we eat and the rest of them talk.
Later, I try again – My daughter is now sitting across from my youngest son’s fiancé. I sit down and begin talking with youngest son’s fiancé wondering where he is at (he had to attend a class). Knowing that my daughter has enrolled in college, I think that subject might be a better in-road to having a conversation between the three of us (fiancé just graduated) and so I ask my daughter if she got the classes she wanted. My daughter answers with a heavy sigh: “I just finished telling somebody else. (shaking head no and rolling her eyes) I don’t want to go over it again with you.”
Me: “Well, then, I’ll just shut up and leave.” (and I go) Yea, I know - real mature :yuck:
Prior to my daughter’s trauma event, we were in no contact – long story, she assaulted me (unprovoked). I reached out to her after her trauma event (I have moderate PTSD from abuse from her father, which has not been disclosed to my children). The connections we have had over the last several months (card, emails, phone, texts, and lunches out) have all been through my initiation.
I feel that my daughter has rejected me most of her life. I feel she hates me. I feel intimidated by her and afraid that she may one day strike me again. Intellectually, I don’t think she would but I feel she might.
To hate me, to feel disdain for me (I believe is unwarranted and the result of parental alienation). Regardless, to hate me is her prerogative. But it hurts and I can’t take it anymore.
I feel inclined to write my daughter an email saying “I give up” – If she wants a relationship with me, or if there’s something that I can do to help her move forward in her life, she’s can take steps to get in touch with me directly.
I know doing this would not go over well with my son’s and their wives – Doing so would put a wedge between me and them (which I don't want) because they couldn't fathom how a mother “give up” on her daughter - I feel that in my daughter’s eyes, that I am a worthless piece of crap. That she has succumb to the lies her father told her (my son's have learned about their father's true character). She is blind (they're not going to tell her), and I'm sick of the whole mess.
I feel stuck – and welcome advice/insights how to handle the situation.
Drew
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