Hi Bearwithme,
I've read, but not done exercises: Karyl McBride's Will I Ever Be Good Enough, John Bradshaw's Homecoming, and Nina Brown's Children of the Self Absorbed.
I've been working on accepting that NM is an NM. I've been observing her and listening to her. It turns out that everything she says is about HER. She frequently buys me a gift; then wants me to come see her. It's blatant manipulation which I will not fall for anymore. The next step for me, and I'm getting there, is to realize that she doesn't love who I am, but her iimagination of who she wants me to be. One problem is that I can see the hurt child within her and her low self-esteem is so obvious. I know she suffered abuse as a child although to hear her tell it, it was a wonderful childhood. I feel sorry for her, but I can't be her parent. She needs to be her own parent; just as I need to be my own parent. I wish I could help her, but I wouldn't be able to get through her brick wall.
It's so sad. I do feel bad for her, but she has hurt me so much in the past (and present). I put her pain ahead of mine. I'm noticing right now that I have been trained to take care of her at MY expense. "She is more important than I am." Wow, I can't get past that. Always putting her pain ahead of mine. I feel guilt if I think of myself first. That her pain must be worse than mine, so I help her with hers while she abuses me. "I am less important than she is." My goodness this is a STRONG feeling. How do I get pass this? I am important? Me? Why do I think I am not important? If I could talk to my 9 year old self, my 12 year old self, my 18 year old self, I would tell them how important they are and that I love them. I wish I could help them through their suffering. I wish I could be there for them. I wish I could nurture them; I wish I could give them advice because they didn't know others could help them. They thought they had to figure out life on their own with no help. I remember all these times when NM ignored them.
I wish I could tell them that most things take practice, that they don't have to do things perfectly the first time. And if they don't do it well the first time that doesn't mean they're no good. NF taught us how to play chess, but only one move. Then they were expected to be good at it, and since they weren't immediately wonderful, they were failures.
They never asked questions; they never asked for help. They were supposed to know things by osmosis. And if they didn't they were dumb and failures. Ya know, even IF they were stupid and failures--"I" would love them, nurture them, support them to be the best that they can be.
For my son, all I really want for him is that he be happy. I love him how ever he is; I nurture him; I support him. I accept who he is and love him as he is. NM is upset that my son didn't finish college and rags on him about it. For me I think college would be good for him in that he might get a job he is happier with. But right now he is happy and comfortable with what he is doing now. My son has quit talking to NM. Good for him. I wish I could do that. But right now I'm limiting it to once a week.