Hiya mrtraced, I like talking about tv shows but I see very little US tv here. Is carving yourself up an option? No way! I think about my N mother every day, far too much, but I communicate with her very little and haven’t seen her since October last year. The less contact I have with her, the better.
I love HBO’s Six Feet Under. Do you see that? There’s a text-book N-mom in it. Just been reading again and maybe I’ve got ‘carved up’ wrong. You also said:
These ladies have been beaten down and they think that they have to change themselves.
Ah! Well, they do have to change themselves, because hell, the Ns are not ever going to change! But the ladies
do not have to change to suit the N’s agenda – they have to change to recover and find what they’ve lost of themselves.
I heard a quote on the radio by WH Auden. I may have it slightly wrong but the essence is: “childhood is a trap and growing up is understanding the nature of the trap”.
Changing yourself is about healing the inner child and all that: becoming aware of your real vs. false self, how shame and guilt work, dealing with core issues and eventually….transforming (“it is a shift from living our life to get somewhere, to living our life as an expression of our being”).
Tough stuff. Basically becoming a centred, self-aware person on the road to spirituality. I guess some folks never consider how to do all this, they just do it. For the rest of us, there are books, therapy and other good people to help us – thank goodness.
See, if I don’t change myself, I’ll continue to allow other people to beat me up. The moment I realised my big ‘problem’ was
in me and
not outside me was my first awakening. And it happened about 3 years after I started thinking about what was wrong with my mother and me (mind you, I did it all my own, no books, no therapy, no idea of what I was doing other than thinking and ‘journaling’ as I now know it, so 3 years is probably too long).
I have to heal myself so that I can deal with Ns. Otherwise I’ll spend the rest of my life blaming my mother (and blaming just about everybody else too) and not taking responsibility for my own happiness. I would’ve ended up a bitter, angry old woman who still talked endlessly about how it’s all my mother’s fault. Can you believe that? It’s what made me take some frankly dangerous steps (like telling the truth to other family members) – I couldn’t stand the thought of ‘stuffing’ all that anger and letting it kill me. It’s tough! But there isn’t an alternative for me.
Maybe I answered your question? Sorry it was so long! P