Saedhilian
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Hoping this is the right place for this; figured it should be okay since "relationships" can be a general term. I just need to get some stuff out right now before I punch a wall or break something. I seriously cannot recall a time I have EVER been this absolutely raging pissed.
Let me start by explaining the beginning of the problem: I recently added my mother to Facebook per her request with an iffy feeling and the decision that she was "on probation." My relationship with her has improved over the years since not being around her or talking to her very often, and even more so when I moved hundreds of miles away. Still, she was the source of a LOT of traumas in my life and still has hardly acknowledged this at all. I have only ever wanted to have a mother-daughter relationship but instead we had a tyranny and she was the tyrant. I do not love her; I only feel sad when I think about her.
This morning has been rough; I hardly slept and didn't sleep well the last night, and I have bronchitis and a new job. So I woke up to get ready for work and checked my Facebook while eating breakfast and eventually saw that my mother sent me a suggested friend: her dead husband's sister; the sister of the man who more than likely raped me. I have no memory of it, but there is evidence. Joe, the dead husband, died in 2007 and I watched him die a slow painful death from a brain tumor and ultimately pancreatic cancer. In 2009, I started having nightmares about being raped and his face was the only one I recognized.
After the nightmares started, I told my mom on the way home from a dental appointment because I was at my wit's end. I was shocked when she acted like she gave a damn and took me to the YWCA. It was there that she told me, during a later appointment, that she had found a pair of my underwear under her shared bed at a time she hadn't been doing laundry because she was too busy taking care of Joe. I wanted to vomit. Later, I sent a message to his sister about this because I couldn't take all of these people saying he was such a great person anymore. She stopped talking to us.
Has my mom just somehow conveniently forgotten these events??? I mean, I can't understand how anyone could possibly think this was a good idea. The thing is, I have Asperger's syndrome, and I only know this after years in the system and realizing "my brother was diagnosed with AS in the 8th grade, I have all of the symptoms." My mother shows all of the signs as well. This leads me to believe that she may not even be aware that this was wrong. So I guess I lied and I can understand, but I'm still absolutely pissed.
I asked her about this and haven't gotten a response back yet, and I don't know exactly what to say to her anyway. But I really feel like getting seriously honest with her about some things I've decided against saying in the past. Like telling her she needs to get tested for AS so she can realize what actually IS wrong with her, and maybe learn some damn social skills.
Sorry this is so long; I just really needed to get all of this out there, AND I have to go to work while being sick. Today sucks and I do not appreciate it at all.
~Saedhilian
Let me start by explaining the beginning of the problem: I recently added my mother to Facebook per her request with an iffy feeling and the decision that she was "on probation." My relationship with her has improved over the years since not being around her or talking to her very often, and even more so when I moved hundreds of miles away. Still, she was the source of a LOT of traumas in my life and still has hardly acknowledged this at all. I have only ever wanted to have a mother-daughter relationship but instead we had a tyranny and she was the tyrant. I do not love her; I only feel sad when I think about her.
This morning has been rough; I hardly slept and didn't sleep well the last night, and I have bronchitis and a new job. So I woke up to get ready for work and checked my Facebook while eating breakfast and eventually saw that my mother sent me a suggested friend: her dead husband's sister; the sister of the man who more than likely raped me. I have no memory of it, but there is evidence. Joe, the dead husband, died in 2007 and I watched him die a slow painful death from a brain tumor and ultimately pancreatic cancer. In 2009, I started having nightmares about being raped and his face was the only one I recognized.
After the nightmares started, I told my mom on the way home from a dental appointment because I was at my wit's end. I was shocked when she acted like she gave a damn and took me to the YWCA. It was there that she told me, during a later appointment, that she had found a pair of my underwear under her shared bed at a time she hadn't been doing laundry because she was too busy taking care of Joe. I wanted to vomit. Later, I sent a message to his sister about this because I couldn't take all of these people saying he was such a great person anymore. She stopped talking to us.
Has my mom just somehow conveniently forgotten these events??? I mean, I can't understand how anyone could possibly think this was a good idea. The thing is, I have Asperger's syndrome, and I only know this after years in the system and realizing "my brother was diagnosed with AS in the 8th grade, I have all of the symptoms." My mother shows all of the signs as well. This leads me to believe that she may not even be aware that this was wrong. So I guess I lied and I can understand, but I'm still absolutely pissed.
I asked her about this and haven't gotten a response back yet, and I don't know exactly what to say to her anyway. But I really feel like getting seriously honest with her about some things I've decided against saying in the past. Like telling her she needs to get tested for AS so she can realize what actually IS wrong with her, and maybe learn some damn social skills.
Sorry this is so long; I just really needed to get all of this out there, AND I have to go to work while being sick. Today sucks and I do not appreciate it at all.
~Saedhilian