all_akimbo
Bronze Member
Today my mom crossed a line with me. She does this on "accident" nearly every time we speak. I have worked hard on stating plainly when my boundaries are being crossed it is always a challenge with her.
It is always frustrating because I know that she isn't really capable of what I want in a mother, what I have needed, and I have accepted that - ish...
Accepting the problem as I know it to be means I have to have more rigid boundaries with her than I do others. She does have this way of mimicking sanity just enough to make me question myself and then I give her another chance, she violates, I withdraw and the cycle repeats again later.
I had a major breakthrough today at the stables. A repressed memory became less fuzzy. Still no real details, but a sense that it isn't something I just "made up" if you know what I mean. The horrible stuff seems so insane and my mom did such a number on my ability to believe my own feelings, I often question what is coming up for me, fall back on the "drama queen" and "you did this to yourself" messages, instead of owning my history.
I was feeling exhausted, but good. I had a breakthrough, I knew what I knew and I was claiming it. I was ok with it.
I talked to my mom a little while later about something unrelated, but still private. I just wanted a cheerleader, but she did the "nothing will ever work out for you" dance (she's oh oh so subtle about it, if you don't know her, you might think she's expressing concerns, but she is not). I told her plainly that she needs to stop and listen to me. She needs to stop making assumptions and that when she does that I start to lose my temper and that I don't want to yell and scream at her.
She tried one more time to escalate the discussion and when I didn't give her what she wanted (by fighting so she could tell everyone how horrible I am) she quickly ended our conversation.
I'm sad that my mom games with me in this way, but I am proud of myself because I did not take the bait.
-aa
It is always frustrating because I know that she isn't really capable of what I want in a mother, what I have needed, and I have accepted that - ish...
Accepting the problem as I know it to be means I have to have more rigid boundaries with her than I do others. She does have this way of mimicking sanity just enough to make me question myself and then I give her another chance, she violates, I withdraw and the cycle repeats again later.
I had a major breakthrough today at the stables. A repressed memory became less fuzzy. Still no real details, but a sense that it isn't something I just "made up" if you know what I mean. The horrible stuff seems so insane and my mom did such a number on my ability to believe my own feelings, I often question what is coming up for me, fall back on the "drama queen" and "you did this to yourself" messages, instead of owning my history.
I was feeling exhausted, but good. I had a breakthrough, I knew what I knew and I was claiming it. I was ok with it.
I talked to my mom a little while later about something unrelated, but still private. I just wanted a cheerleader, but she did the "nothing will ever work out for you" dance (she's oh oh so subtle about it, if you don't know her, you might think she's expressing concerns, but she is not). I told her plainly that she needs to stop and listen to me. She needs to stop making assumptions and that when she does that I start to lose my temper and that I don't want to yell and scream at her.
She tried one more time to escalate the discussion and when I didn't give her what she wanted (by fighting so she could tell everyone how horrible I am) she quickly ended our conversation.
I'm sad that my mom games with me in this way, but I am proud of myself because I did not take the bait.
-aa