rightkindofme
Diamond Member
Not my own parent, me. My daughter is four and has been going through a string of hair cutting incidents. Keeping her from cutting her hair would require putting everything sharp in a box and locking it up. I don't want to have a house full of pad locks keeping my kids out of things.
I was a hair cutter. I still cut my own hair. My mom hated me for doing so. Yesterday when my daughter got weird chunks of her hair down to about 1/2" long I said, "Great. We are going to be in a wedding in two weeks and you have a stupid haircut. Good job. You will be ugly in the pictures forever."
That is pretty much verbatim what my mother told me. I apologized within minutes of it coming out of my mouth. I know that isn't appropriate.
I am having a very hard time not saying the things that were said to me. I don't hit my kids. Overall we have a really good relationship. Sometimes she does things that are just like *me* and I freak out and say what my mother said to me. Every time it happens I feel ashamed of myself. I apologize. I point out specifically what was not ok about what I said. I don't repeat the bad things.
My kid has an ego the size of Alaska. She is happy and friendly and well adjusted and she is in love with the world. The fact that occasionally I say less than perfect things hasn't wrecked her world. I have only slipped and said something rude a few times. But I'm afraid it will get more frequent as they get older and push more boundaries.
I hate that any time I say something inappropriate my primary response is to want to kill myself. I feel like a melodramatic annoying whiner. I've been suicidal and I've done a lot of self-mutilating for more than twenty years. I am not "just" over reacting to parenting stuff. This is my reaction pattern.
I say something mean then I want to die so that I stop putting my poison into the air. I want to stop contaminating the good people I stand near. I am not worthy of their companionship.
I am in therapy. I write about this cycle on my blog. I'm not invisible. I'm not hiding this thought process. I'm as transparent as I can be. I have been writing about these cycles long enough that my friends don't freak out, they just kind of keep up with me. I don't understand why.
Today I feel like I want to cancel every social engagement over the next month and hide under a table because I am a bad person and if I stand near anyone I will be mean. Because I can't help it--I'm just mean and nasty. Everything in my head is mean and nasty.
I don't think that is "really" true. I'm told that I'm actually a very positive and uplifting person. I feel like a worthless piece of shit.
I was a hair cutter. I still cut my own hair. My mom hated me for doing so. Yesterday when my daughter got weird chunks of her hair down to about 1/2" long I said, "Great. We are going to be in a wedding in two weeks and you have a stupid haircut. Good job. You will be ugly in the pictures forever."
That is pretty much verbatim what my mother told me. I apologized within minutes of it coming out of my mouth. I know that isn't appropriate.
I am having a very hard time not saying the things that were said to me. I don't hit my kids. Overall we have a really good relationship. Sometimes she does things that are just like *me* and I freak out and say what my mother said to me. Every time it happens I feel ashamed of myself. I apologize. I point out specifically what was not ok about what I said. I don't repeat the bad things.
My kid has an ego the size of Alaska. She is happy and friendly and well adjusted and she is in love with the world. The fact that occasionally I say less than perfect things hasn't wrecked her world. I have only slipped and said something rude a few times. But I'm afraid it will get more frequent as they get older and push more boundaries.
I hate that any time I say something inappropriate my primary response is to want to kill myself. I feel like a melodramatic annoying whiner. I've been suicidal and I've done a lot of self-mutilating for more than twenty years. I am not "just" over reacting to parenting stuff. This is my reaction pattern.
I say something mean then I want to die so that I stop putting my poison into the air. I want to stop contaminating the good people I stand near. I am not worthy of their companionship.
I am in therapy. I write about this cycle on my blog. I'm not invisible. I'm not hiding this thought process. I'm as transparent as I can be. I have been writing about these cycles long enough that my friends don't freak out, they just kind of keep up with me. I don't understand why.
Today I feel like I want to cancel every social engagement over the next month and hide under a table because I am a bad person and if I stand near anyone I will be mean. Because I can't help it--I'm just mean and nasty. Everything in my head is mean and nasty.
I don't think that is "really" true. I'm told that I'm actually a very positive and uplifting person. I feel like a worthless piece of shit.