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I'm just going to type. It will probably get too long. I'm sorry. I didn't know these DU groups existed until today.
I've been depressed most of my life, so I thought I would drop in here when I saw it.
I stumbled on the thread about narcicist mothers. OMG. That is MY MOTHER. Not only that, but she's also manic depressive and not on meds. If anyone here is manic depressive, please don't take what I have to say personally. I honestly don't know much about it, other than it requires meds.
I'm 51, married, no kids (I knew that there were some bad genes in my family and didn't want to pass them on). My slightly younger brother is an alcoholic.
Needless to say, I'm my mother's scapegoat, being the oldest. My childhood was a nightmare and I attempted suicide twice during my teen years. I lack confidence and mostly keep to myself. I have no friends, mostly because they want to compete and it reminds me of my mother wanting to compete with me. Instead of children or friends, I have dogs. My dogs are my reason for living. They keep me alive. I get unconditional love from them, something I never had with people.
Over the years, I've cut my mother out of my life several times. I would go for several years without contact, then some kind of family function would come up, like a wedding or funeral, and I would have to talk to her. Mostly though, if I can keep her out of my life, I can function.
I get calls often from my brothers' wives wanting to talk about my mother's poor treatment of them. I wish they wouldn't call me, I can't help them.
We've lived in our house for 16 years. Several years ago, we got a new neighbor. She's also manic depressive and not on meds. She's mean and controlling, and threatens everyone in our neighborhood. Other neighbors are forced to call the police on her. It's like living next to my mother. It seems like I can't run, I can't hide. We can't sell our house and move - we just paid it off and the market is terrible.
Does anyone else here have these problems with a parent? How can I continue to cope? I've never found a therapist that understood or helped. Drugs are out for me, drugs react the opposite of their intent - paradoxical, I think it's called.
I find very little joy in life. I feel guilty for the bad feelings I have about my mother. My husband doesn't really understand, but he does understand why I want nothing to do with her. He's seen her in action and can't believe anyone could treat their children so horribly.
Society seems to say that I have to take whatever my mother dishes out, even to the point of destroying me, just because she gave birth to me.
Any advice? Your own story to share? Thanks.
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