Okay. The woman who could help us stopped texting me back. It's been a month since my mom said she would call her. I'm sure she's moved on.
It might be a distortion on my end -- I'm very used to people abandoning and moving on because of various reasons -- but I got angry and very depressed. Not at S, but at my mom.
I couldn't stop thinking about the horrible neglect I went through as a teenager, which caused me to get hospitalized at a place where I got horribly abused. Bad enough I can't get myself to write about it in my trauma diary. I'm probably blowing it out of proportion.
But it was preventable, if my mom had just stepped in and done something to help us. But no. She couldn't react. She even participated in the bullying and never apologized.
Which including literally forcing my twin brother to watch a scary movie as "punishment for putting off his homework" which he never did anyway, while my mom was sitting RIGHT THERE and didn't even doubt that kind of approach.
Also, I keep flashing back to my little brother needing my very basic nursing skills because my mom wouldn't get him the help I kept repeating he needed. He was cutting himself. After a good YEAR of it I finally told my mom that she needed to acknowledge it. She said he didn't need help, also that there wasn't any (????????????!). He ended up cutting himself with glass on an artery. I can't get the image out of my head. It's haunting my dreams. But I f*cking told her. And she didn't do anything.
Also, with the hospital I got abused at, when I finally did try to tell my mom -- she told me she wished I would have told her sooner, because she got sued by them.
Didn't even look into prosecution or anything.
Want to know why she got sued? Because she was ignoring the bills and not answering their billing staff. I told her while she was discussing this issue with my aunt that she needed to answer the calls and pay some kind of at least small payment or negotiate the bills before it got moved to debt collection. She literally laughed at me.
And I'm just so upset. I feel that this house is my responsibility even after all this discussion we've been having on this forum, and anything I do to try to help just makes it worse. I tried to find a solution but my mom just wouldn't work with me.
And I brought it up last night which is weird because it should have made me mute, but it did eventually. I asked her if I could ask something, and she said yes, and then I asked her if she had any plans to call S this week.
She immediately got stressed sounding and said I don't know, she hasn't had time at all. So I let her know that it might just be too late at this point because maybe I was looking for some kind of comfort or something. I don't know. I shouldn't have even said anything, but we are on the same page with this so I don't know.
Well she just immediately exploded on a rant. said she's been really stressed with work and stuff and she didn't know there was a time limit.
I tried saying "I didn't know either" but when I got to "I didn't" she talked over me and I felt incredibly worthless. Flashbacked to a time when my little brother was throwing things and scaring me becuse i thought my dad was in the house and then he was yelling he was depressed and wanted to die, and my mom didn't do anything.
My mom keeps saying she can't do therapy because it's too late for her but then our entire family gets hurt becuae of her and I just don't think I should be considering living here anymore, with all these awful memories coming up every single time something happens, but I don't want to leave my snake and bird because she doesn't treat them the exact ways I want them to be treated and I'm afraid of my bird inhaling nonstick cookware or something.
And I'm tired of my mom blaming the three youngest kids for the "missing dishes." Well sorry you weren't doing dishes while no one was home. Sorry we put them in boxes for the literally purpose of having a kitchen sink again, which is now half usable becuae we're storing "clean" dishes in the other side, and there's no counter space ever so I had to use the floor as a counter despite my OCD
And any time I have ever made progress cleaning in this house the spot I clean immediately becomes ten times worse becuase everyone's storing things in it, or not working with me, or one time I cleaned the kitchen counters totally off and she covered it saying she was keeping the cat from getting on the counter (????) and when I cleaned the entire bathroom she covered it with kitchen dishes so now I'm using a handicapped bathroom chair as a counter for my clothes and mouthwash becuase there's no counter.
I can't even wash my dog without hurting her. She trips or slips. I hate this.