Does anyone else who is caring for an aging Mother find Mother's day leaving you empty and spent?
Often I mourn the Mother I never had. It seems most evident when trying to pick a Mother's Day card. (It was the same with Father's Day too). The thoughtful, "thank you for all the love, support, etc", just doesnt fit. It takes some to find a card appropriate to the situation.
Now that Mom is 87 and seems to be reverted to the hateful and narcisstic days of her youth, it is even harder. All my life I have been made to feel responsible for her happiness, feelings, etc. It had taken an unbelievable toll on my life although I have had much counseling and other help in becoming a happy balanced adult.
And yes, one stinging awful projectile of her hate and jealousy and I am right back to a 5 year old, wondering why my Mother hurts me so.
There are many, many post on these forums about how the parent can be mean and even jealous with their primary care giver. Reading these help but the pain is still there . I wonder sometimes, how do I bring this awful treatment on myself? Detaching is usually the answer to the immediate problem but even that comes back to bite me.
Reading about the lack of filter people with dementia may have is also helpful but the words and actions still pain, especially when trying to do everything possible to help the person.
What is the purpose of my Mother's Day post? Not entirely sure except to share my current pain, which seems to help so much.
A big hug and love and peace sent to all people on this forum experiencing the same today.
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So sorry for your loss. It seems like human nature that we remember more the good than the bad. Suppose that is a self protective quality. Please forgive yourself if that is where you are going with it. If your Mom was like mine, she was probably difficult to love at times. Big hug to you.
It also galls me that the label of 'mother', which should be an earned title, is slapped on anything that manages to have a child. Many of these females should never even have been trusted with a gerbil, much less a child, but society insists on calling them 'mother'. Anything else one can use, egg donor, womb rental unit, etc, would be regarded as judgmental. oh, we shouldn't be that way? Call it what it is: a nasty, manipulative, self centered old .... (name your own term).'
I think, for ones own sanity, one has to develop a thick enough hide to allow this garbage to slide off and away. Ignore, tune out the narc. Walk away. There has to be a disconnect, amount of disconnect depends on severity. These narcs will not drop dead, will not end up having no care. They will get it, but not what they want or expect. In a nursing home, they are not the centers of attention. If they act out, they may well end up in psych units.
two cents ¢¢
Many years ago on the Oprah show; Oprah once shared these words regarding how she dealt with situations beyond her control and it helped me. She said "I know what I know". And for some reason, those five words helped me deal with the accusations, the lies, the false persona, etc. Often I would just say it to myself and try to let things go. In a way, it became my mantra and it helped me as I was dealing with this all alone. It's been 1 1/2 years and I'm just now able to hear the phone ring without my stomach turning as to what I might be in for on the other end. Yes, it does feel like a form of PTSD. But, gets better with time. My heart goes out to those continuing to go through this. Take care of your own health as best you can.
Unfortunately creating boundaries with Mom usually just makes it worse. Because now I have "abandoned" her or I am selfish and only thinking of myself. A vicious cycle. Think I will practice tightrope walking in the back yard. It might help. :) Thanks for caring.
I cannot claim victory at all, but one thing I've learned it's helpful to assign the responsibility where it belongs. You didn't attract anything you mother does, she is the one who acts for whatever reasons she does. It sounds like you do a wonderful job at self-care and playing defense but be careful not to extend that to taking responsibility for getting hurt by genuinely hurtful things that you didn't cause.
We did have a period of years before she started losing her faculities to age that we were closer. I even thought many of these wounds were healed. Maybe that is why it is doubly difficult to go back to the snake pit again. Surely part of it is to age and feeling helpless etc. But she could live a long, long time and I will not let my health go down here as others have warned.
What is the jealousy factor in all of it? When she is mad she throws up the things I do to stay healthy like eat right, exercise, use alternative relaxation methods etc. Once again, it is the core of my being that the Mother seems to detest. That is a very, very difficult thing to hear over and over again. That there is something inherent and unfixable, (in her warped mind), about me. I realize that is a sign of the narcissist.
I am not sure how to move forward from here but she has suggested I set her up on automatic bill pay so I wont have to help her with her bills. That is probably a good idea although it will require time on my part to set it up.
Ugh! Sorry for the on and on rambling. It is the only way I know to get the poison out of me.
Peace to all the daughters and sons of narcisstic mothers. You deserved better and are loved just the way you are.
I also do not know what keeps us tied to the hurts from our upbringing (or lack thereof). The knots do seem to unravel a little with the passing of time, and much reflection, but there always seems to be another layer of them underneath.
And like someone earlier, I too didn't have children. My experience with narcMom soured me on the whole Motherhood thing. I'm not sure if I was afraid that I wouldn't be a good mom, or that I didn't have any good personal experience, so I just couldn't relate. She always subtly discouraged it because I think she wanted me to be available to cater to her and enabling father and brother with a disability.
She's been being VERY nice lately, and it's head-wrecking. I know she's trying to figure out how to somehow line me up as a primary caregiver to the three of them. DH and I are retired but don't live nearby (by design), and I think she's trying to entice us to move closer so they can stay in their enormous home and we can be their live-in or live-near housekeeper/cook/handyman/gardener/laundress/chauffeur/slave. Uh, not going to happen.
So I learn a lot from these posts, from those of you that have been much more in-person caregiving and are kind enough to share. My heart kind of breaks when I read these, because I really understand what it is like to be so let down, when all we yearn for is the simple unconditional love of a parent for its child. And look how something so basic has wounded us all so deeply and for so long.
Thank you again for sharing. When you pour your heart out, I hope it is therapeutic for you, but I also wanted to assure you that it is very helpful for someone like me staring down the abyss of potential future caregiving.
parenting is a thankless gig. i think we should have a " be a parent " day with legal amnesty. it'd be something like festivus.
you could tell the kids what you thought of their halfa**edness and if ya caught em blocking you out or if they tried an end run around you, you could . by law , bust em over the head with the aluminum pole.
i have a couple of grown friends who wont take advice but call me when their idiocy blows up in their faces.
my 7 day experiment in civility ended about like id expected. ( pointless )
if your'e my kid or my friend im going to swing the cutting torch under your azz every now and then -- asbestos underwear b**ches..
I feel similar Liz. I don't have any suggestions other be true to yourself. Sometimes it takes a while because you don't even know who you are because you've been so busy wasting yourself placating a parent.
Try to soak up some sun, some love. Cheers to you all!
I think the unkindest cut, is how this treatment has effected our entire lives from our health, partner and job choices, etc. I see so clearly now why I chose the men I did and why I never got married. Most of them were just like her. And I was always afraid to have children. Fearful I wouldnt know how to be a good mother because I didnt have one.
I was diagnosed an alcoholic at the age of 21. And have felt more shame and damage about that ever since, even though I know it is a disease and largely genetic.
Actually being diagnosed at a young age probably have saved my life because it forced me into counseling and treatment. I have been sober over thirty years. Of course having the label of an alcoholic only worsened my relationship with my Mother and the rest of my family. It is their "go to" fault of mine when needed, even though I am 30 years sober.
It is amazing how unfeeling and caring my Mother was during my hard times. Totally abandoned me and it is still thrown up in my face. The upside is my life is usually very happy and I am at peace with much. At least partially due to having to come to grips with my alcoholism and learn other coping skills. I am however constantly amazed how unfeeling she is about that part of my life regarding her desire to put drinking so high in any family gathering. (No, she is probably not an alcoholic.)
Sadly every incident with her throws me for a loop and back into a period, even if only a few days, of gloom, loathing etc. Even though I know her words are not true, it all hurts. Coupled with my father's misogyny (sp), and you have a recipe for disaster.
Again, thankfully I have overcome most of it. However, although many would consider me a very accomplished and strong person, I wonder if I some how attract this whipping post position in my family. Any suggestions are helpful. I do stand up for myself, create boundaries etc., but every time something like this happens I question how did I attract it and what can I do to avoid in the future. Maybe there is never any avoiding it.
My mother is 88 now, and has been a manipulative, mean and spiteful narc all her adult life. She has no friends and I'm the only family. As her daily phone call screaming tantrums were making me ill, a few months ago I changed my phone number and I've always been careful not to let her have my address - 20 years ago she called the cops on me when I didn't answer the phone and she wasn't looney tunes back then, it was just control.
Detachment is the only answer when dealing with a narc. I only visit every week or two now. She has no way otherwise to get at me and I'm starting to heal. We will never be truly free until the narc dies and even then, if we've suffered with a narc for a lifetime, I don't think we'll ever truly recover. It's like having PTSD forever.