Dear tt,
I am still pondering it, too. All I could do last night was to copy and paste some of the material I was reading on the topic.
There is much more... re: apathy and indifference in parents and how that translates into emotional negligence/abuse.
I hope to add to this thread with more of what I've found, as possible. In the meanwhile, looking forward to hearing your thoughts on this subject
which lies at the root of my own voicelessness.Thank you, tt.
Dear Alone,
I never even realized that I was afraid of my mother until reading your post. Many other feelings would come to mind when I'd think of her,
but not fear. That one was buried so deeply... I still don't really feel it, only am aware that terror must have been what underlay all of the
elaborate mechanisms I built early on, to deal with the matter of surviving the frigid atmosphere at home.
(((((Alone)))))) I didn't exist either... and at the time, it didn't even register with me how very unnatural that was.
It wasn't even because I'd done something of which she disapproved, either. It was just because I was... and I don't remember when it began,
but I'm guessing it started the very first time I said, "no". Of course I don't remember ever saying "no", till I was a teen and even that was a matter
of survival, when I said that I wanted to quit all of these lessons in which she had me wrapped up, because I was a nervous wreck.
She drove me all around town for lessons of various sorts, but I don't recall her ever saying a word. There was no discussion when I quit, either.
Only a confirmation of the icy absence which had already became the basis of my unmothered life.
Dear Izzy,
I know. I thought of you, first. That section about poor academic performance and anger/fighting does not fit me, either, although I did have a difficult time knowing how to make friends
and never felt like I really fit or was a part of anything... any group or organization. I just became very passive.
Dear Leah,
I didn't post that other section because it didn't apply to me... but that was npd-ex's style, to a T.
I loved learning, too... and still do. Some children rebel... others turn inward, hence my lifelong addictions - to people, to alcohol and smoking...
all because I never had a parent willing to mirror the love I know that I offered. Well, my dad tried, but he undid alot of that when he'd use me as his venting
place for his frustrations re: his wife. That's how I think of her now. His wife. His problem.
More later... thank you all.
Love,
Carolyn
P.S. Hi, Hops... I recognize your mom in my own from later years.... so much. To this day, that's how she treats my kids, if she gets a chance. It's not mean lecturing, just all about her and they can't get a word in... which doesn't really matter, since she couldn't care less anyhow.