Hi Jadebear,
While I may not fully understand, I do identify with your posts. So I think I understand. Maybe it's more difficult to change our view of ourself (identity?) than of others. It's hard to realize that in reality, we never "knew" our parents because we were their child. We were in a unique position of dependence upon them, and therefore, we could not objectively Know them. Instead, we created some version of them for our needs. Then, as an adult, dealing with the legacy of pain from our past, we realize our version of them is no longer "real" to us, in fact, it never was accurate. This is frightening. We begin to doubt our understanding of the world, and it pulls the rug out from under our feet. The truth is, as Anthony posits at the beginning, we are in a position to question things, even our own conception of "truth." Our truths are always being taken out, and like a Rubix cube, toyed with until we feel we can get it as "right" as possible with the energy we have at that time; we are never done.
We never really "know." Admitting that is hard. We don't know our mothers; all we know is that they didn't meet our needs, that we feel they failed us in ways that have had a profound influence on life, and that we are trying to deal with it the best we can.