Ok, I'm going to extrapolate further. I avoid my mother because, from much past experience she doesn't handle realities that differ from what she wants to believe in, or deal with.
If I were to reengage with her, I would end up saying things that she really wouldn't like. I've learnt that no good comes of that.
Mostly she will just deny and then deflect with accusatory and invalidating comments.
It's a form of gaslighting and she's done it to me all my life.
She's utterly resistant to being honest and accountable and she will always turn things around and put me down if she feels in any way put upon or criticized.
I'm very, very cautious about what I say to her.
I learnt to walk on eggshells and completely disregard myself. I have to treat her like a fragile child (because she acts like one and demands to be looked after) and the queen who must be obeyed (I thought of her as the "Red Queen" out of Alice in Wonderland when I was a tween before she basically dumped me on strangers at just 13.
I did move back in with her intermittently between my dad's and other people's until the adolescent centre my Dad put me in at the end of my 15th year.
If I tried to communicate a need for help or care or any level of need or unhappiness she would either taunt me, attack me, disparage me or say "if you don't like it here, go and live with your father", which I would do.
After the breakdown that resulted in me being admitted to the private clinic for teenagers (thank you, Dad, it was better than nothing) I wanted to move back to Tassie, I was still desperate to give her a chance to demonstrate she cared about me.
She didn't want me and I was too miserable with my depressed Aspie Dad, so I attempted to live in a boarding facility. Not a good idea for someone as dissociative and self destructive as I was at the time.
I ended up raped and having a very close call with alcohol poisoning and still no care from her, so I left the state, with no money and ended up thousands of km away from both parents. More rapes and "survival sex" assaults and going crazier and crazier and more and more shattered and suicidal and dissociative later and I ended up pregnant at just 17.
She was "happy" her teen daughter was pregnant! I guess better than dead or in a mental institution.
Eventually she and my ex's mother both told me to leave him, but gave me no helpful suggestions about how to get out. No offers of help, nothing constructive at all.
In fact, as I mentioned, when I rang her, homeless and in chronic pain and yes, physically dying and chronically and acutely stressed on top of long term c-ptsd and domestic abuse after 7 births and years of breastfeeding and malnourishment and utter, utter exhaustion and a host of body-breakdown symptoms, begging for help from her, she just told me to "go to her acupuncturist" knowing I had nowhere to live and no transport.
When she finally caught up with me, all she wanted to do was talk about this guy she had been seeing. I didn't want to. I got criticised for not wanting to pay attention to her boyfriend issues.