I think my mother was bipolar. She fluctuated between totally dark moods and occasional extreme happiness. Attitudes ab
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jefgg — 9 years ago(June 26, 2016 06:11 PM)
I think my mother was bipolar. She fluctuated between totally dark moods and occasional extreme happiness. Attitudes about mental health were a lot different when I was growing up in the '70s. And the idiots in my family think professional help is only for convicted serial killers.
My childhood is in my rear view mirror. I almost turned out alright. The worst thing I recall is Mom not speaking to me for up to three weeks at a time. This started when I was about five years old and happened at least a few times a year. What did I do to provoke something like that? I am not sure. It was usually misplaced aggression. It seemed to happen after Mom got ticked off at someone else. A few years ago I asked my older sister about it because I wanted to know if my recollections were accurate. My sister confirmed what I remembered. It wasn't that bad. It made me grow up and be independent at a very young age. It also toughened me up.
When Mom was in a good mood she acted surprised that I did not speak much with her. I was afraid anything I might say would be used in the future to insult me. Most of the time bullying at school is not that big of a deal. Getting abused at home really sucked. You should feel safe at home with your family.
The worst thing my mother ever did was act incredibly nice to strangers and acquaintances. It really pissed me off because she usually treated me like dirt. It was something I swore I would not do as an adult and I haven't. Whoever said "you hurt the ones you love the most" must have known my mother. -
deem_bastille — 9 years ago(July 04, 2016 09:35 AM)
back then abuse was only considered physical and even back then it was considered discipline or worthy of being done. there was no such thing as psychological, mental and verbal was considered 'telling the God's honest truth'.
my mom pulled that crap too, acting incredibly nice to outsiders and save the abuse for home particularly me. she was a middle child and got the shaft so to combat our middle sibling from suffering that same fate, she gave her everything she wanted. everything. the funniest [and our youngest sibling who was mom's best friend even noticed it and called mom out on it] would be when she was in the middle of a shouting rampage and then the phone would ring [calmly: ] hello. [brighter] yes? [LIKE CAROL BRADY/JUNE CLEAVER]
HI!!!
Like the caller called at the most perfect time. like it was all
and
and
s everything at our house.
heaven forbid anyone should see our 'dirty laundry'.
Oh God. Fortune
vomits
on my eiderdown once more. -
pioneergrrrl — 9 years ago(September 01, 2016 07:29 PM)
My mom was faintly like this too. SHe stayed at home with both me and my brother. She alternated between screaming and mumbling things to herself. Looking back, this could have been REALLY dangerousespecially when we moved out to the isolated rural suburb. We had lived in a city where there were tons of agencies and resources. She could have VERY easily gotten help then.
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deem_bastille — 9 years ago(September 02, 2016 02:15 PM)
Uh! tell me about it!
I was 'prescribed' social work therapy due to my being so enclosed [because no one would listen to me] so I had to go. the social worker wanted to also meet with my mother and my father to see if either of them needed therapy they both technically did but she deemed my father needed it worse than my mother.
trouble was a: I was borderline scared of my father. and b: the advice she would give me would be moot.
'I don't want to do xyz'
'tell them that.'
erm, bitch, if that worked I WOULDN'T NEED YOU!
And I am not talking about stuff like:
I don't want to clean my room
. I am talking about helping install something late big and not an easy thing at night when I had school/test/work [all of the above sometimes] early the next morning.
her 'help' to him was god knows what because he didn't really improve.
the worst was when we were installing the upper kitchen cabinets. him barking/screaming at me to
LIFT IT UP
! erm I don't have strength in my upper body, fool. mine is in my lower body where I can push OUT the likes of you when I give birth!
the sad thing I don't know what my mother was thinking having a family with this man he was good at his job and good at most of what he did off hours, but he was a verbal and physical tyrant. what in god's name made my mother think he would be a good candidate for fatherhood???
oh, and we never ever received allowance or payment for our extra help around the house work. free labor! srsly, they had kids for the tax deductions.
Oh God. Fortune
vomits
on my eiderdown once more. -
deem_bastille — 9 years ago(September 06, 2016 03:13 PM)
[you dislike her, too?]
they just sainted her but I think she did all her leprosy crap just to get 'into heaven' and just to be made a saint.
I DO like her poem about 'do it anyway'
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/58/ab/de/58abde568464d7404fa9463b7c19c981.jpg
Oh God. Fortune
vomits
on my eiderdown once more.
