The idea that my mother wants to possess me or become me feels right to me. But when I think about it I am always stopped by the fact the she often seems to have used me as a place to locate her negative feelings.
So why would she want to become me if to her I am the receptacle for bad feelings?
Cathy, I’m sorry you also feel invisible to your parents. How do you deal with it?
Hiya Morgan
How do I deal with my mother? I visit maybe once or twice a week, because she lives not far from here, with my dad, and I sit and have a cup of tea with them, and then I leave. If I have anything to say I tell my dad, and she listens and absorbs every word, and can't wait to be off and tell everyone she knows all the latest news. She loves information, and hates to be the last to hear anything. She never lets anyone read a paper before her. Lol!!
And I think I am soooo lucky not to be still living with them. She talks and talks if I am not there, but when I am in the room she mostly keeps quiet, because - she would say - I snap at her for no reason. In reality, I do not snap, but I do point out to her and anyone else around if a lie happens to pop into the room from her direction. I say 'I don't think that is true, is it?' and I give evidence if I can think of any. So she goes silent, and blanks me out, and puts on her martyred face.
She thinks I will understand her when she is dead. She is rather looking forward to having her revenge as I sob over her corpse, and finally realise that I had the mother to end all mothers, but never knew it. This image makes me laugh out loud. And makes me want to cry. But I don't cry.
I personally think she has been dead for a long time. I think of her as the Living Dead, with no life or identity of her own, and having to live through other people to achieve life at all. I am sure I will be sorry and grieve when she does die, but to be honest, my mother died a long time ago - at the point where I realised the lie. At the point where I needed love and support because my marriage was failing, and got only criticism, rejection and hatred. My closest family had confrontations with me for not getting rid of my ex sooner, and made ultimatums to me. All prompted by her, but of course she didn't do the confronting. I had to stand up to them and challenge them to do their worst, simply because the timing had to be mine, for my sake and my daughters, but they couldn't see that.
Anyway, best not go there. My brothers still buy into the lie, although part of them knows the truth as well as I do. Strange to see them denying their own reality, in order to protect mum from having to see hers.
OK, finally the first bit about the scapegoat. This is complicated, as you say. I am my family scapegoat, and my nephew is the next generation. It is clear as day. We are both middle children of three. Neither the oldest (brutalised) nor the youngest (spoiled), we become the sacrificial victim.
As you know, in ancient Hebrew society, the idea of the scapegoat was to ritually cleanse the tribe of its sins. These were all conveniently transferred to the poor old goat, which was then cast out into the desert to die. This left the tribe clean and pure to carry on with whatever sins they fancied until next time. It also conveniently absolved them of responsibility for anything that had happened, and drew a nice little line under it. This is a hugely powerful metaphor.
Similarly with us. Thinking of my ex and his drinking, if it was
my fault that he drank, then he could safely carry on doing it, and blaming me. If I were different, he would not do it, but because I was there, he was allowed. So I enabled him to drink, simply by being alive. This might give us the clue to this strange question, if I am so bad, why am I special??
At the point where I stopped playing his game, and saying no, drinking is absolutely not acceptable in this house, I became a bitch and a lot more, and that gave him even more reason to say I drove him to it. His parents still say 'D isn't an alcoholic', and 'all men like a drink now and then', and still subscribe to the view that the marriage failed because I was not tolerant enough, and that if he has a drink, who can blame him after living with me.
To both D and his parents this view of me as the wicked ex wife is necessary in order to not have to face the fact that
he is an alcoholic, and that
they have never allowed him to grow up and learn to face his responsibilities in life. By blaming me, they are left in their own cosy little world of lies and denial, and they have
no responsibility whatever to face up to in terms of changing their own behaviours.
I think this is why Ns and other PDs need scapegoats, and why to an N a scapegoat may become quite a special person. At some level they recognise the deep interrelationship between the object and their own self.
I think with your mother she can see the reality of who you are; young, beautiful, successful, and identifies those bits as 'hers'. At the same time she projects all the nasty stuff about herself onto you, in order not to have to deal with it, but in the process she develops a deep need for you. If you were not there, she would have a lot of unpleasant stuff to deal with for herself. This deep need is what she calls 'love'. It is what I came to view in my ex as paracitism, and it gave me the creeps. It is not love. Love is about giving and sharing. Love is not about taking, although it may be about allowing yourself to receive.
My mum does not get this from me any more, but she has plenty of other suppliers so she is fine. My brothers. Her grandchildren. Anyone else she can find, but the children are best. They don't think for themselves, and as she knows, if she gets them young enough, they never will.
Here's a funny thought. Wicked though. Do you think I will get away with having 'Evil old witch' put on her tombstone? Lol!!!!!!
Hope that helps.
Cathy