I do that to my mum :/
When I was 15 I had shingles in my inner ear. My life changed inexplicably. I could barely walk (the nerve damage destroyed my equilibrium) , I was in horrific chronic pain, my immune system began to fail, I had facial paralysis, and I could barely function anymore. Within 3 weeks time I went from high school athlete that was being scouted for college to an invalid.
Overtime I managed to get control of walking despite constant vertigo, but the pain and poor immune system remained. I missed 2/3 of the last 3 years of high school. I was forced to learn it all on my own in between hospital stays.
Just when I finally got to the point that I was feeling semi productive I was in my second year of college. But that didn't last. Without knowing, the shingles I had when I was 15 caused bone degeneration in my jaw. While in my dorm as I was eating crackers I dislocated my jaw and I had to take medical leave from college for a series of jaw reconstructions. I just got over the surgeries about last year only to be diagnosed with PTSD. I'll be 23 in a few months.
The only reason why I'm essentially writing all this out is because... My trauma stems from illness. And I struggle with my anger because of it. For the longest tine I was so angry, bitter, and callous. But the worst part for me was what could I direct my anger towards? My immune system? Myself for being sick? There was no object to direct my anger towards and I felt jolted. I had no power as I was in those hospital beds day after day watching my life pass as quickly as the changing of the seasons. Doctors filled my life. I barely socialized with anyone my age. So I repressed my anger over and over again because logically there was nothing I could focus my anger on.
But there was my mother, my loving mother who was and is Always afraid for my life and health. But at the time I was angry and lost (still am for the most part) and there she was. Always hovering, always reminding me to be careful (as if I didn't already know that). My daily life was nothing but constant moderation and evaluation. Weighing the value of activities, like bowling, and the repercussions of how I'd feel the day after, like hell and excruciating pain. My life was changed and it would never be the way it was before. I knew that. That simple fact burned and hit me deep. And while she meant well she and her actions were only a reminder of that change. It irritated and infuriated me like no other. It was like shoving salt in the open wound and being spit on all at once. Being constantly reminded of my limitations made me snap at her.
It's only in the past year that I've been able to see the big picture. That she was a frantic mother doing what she could for me. Anything she could. I was suicidal, I never told her or anyone that, but I bet she could tell to some extent where my thoughts took me at times. So now I can understand her constant worries and hovering to a point. And I feel awful about it. That I turned her into my scape goat, my Whipping Boy.
It hurts me now how much anger I had directed at her. To her he was taking a sick child to the doctor. For me she was explicitly taking me to the hellhole that medically experimented on me when all I wanted to do was stay in my bed and cry from all the physical pain I was in.
All that anger was unloaded on her. And I'm sorry for it. I try so hard not to let her care bother me anymore. I try to not take it as an insult, but it's like she's almost become a trigger for me. And I feel horrible to even admitting to that.
So I guess long story short... I understand what you're feeling. And I appreciate this thread. This is something that's been bothering me for a long time but it's only been the first time I've ever been able to verbalize it.
I hope this helps....