I’m coming to realize that my mother, has some SERIOUS mental issues. Not schizophrenic or hearing voices. She has some serious, beyond normal separation anxiety issues. I have believed for years that she has Borderline Personality Disorder.
The most recent occurrence comes to mind. My son is 13, and will be going to a summer camp where I will be dropping him off in the morning and picking him up in the afternoon after work. She will no long be doing that task which is what she’s been doing since about mid-March, dropped him off at school and picked him up from school.
I swear, the way she reacts to this, one would think that my son DIED. She gets really upset when she realizes that we don’t need her all the time anymore. Like I mentioned above, severe separation anxiety issues. When she a gets in this mode, she begins to throw around fals accusations. She actually accused my son of saying he no longer wanted to be around him or my ailing father. I was shocked and was like “WHAT?” Turns out, when I actually got away from texting her (because through a text is the easiest way for her to lie and it’s her #1 source of communication when she doesn’t want me to force her to see the truth) and dialed her on the phone to get this info….surprise….surprise, the back peddling begins. No, he never said that. That is just the way she feels. That was a heavy accusation but I can expect nothing less from someone who is emotional unstable. I never know what I’m walking into when I go to see her.
But I know that the looming gloom of the future days for her has got to be overwhelming. Her “Golden Years” will not be filled with RV trips and 20 grand kids playing swings in her back yard. Her days are going to be filled with loneliness and pain. They will be filled with taking care of someone who used to be her soulmate and still is but no longer has the mind to communicate.
The pity I feel is for her, realizing this is her life, is what helps me get through her unstable moods and horrible words….for instance……
…..nothing like being told that I’m just WAITING for her and my beloved Dementia riddled father to die so I can live in their house and get an inheritance. That one will never cease to sting, each time I think of it….
And that was just the most recent. Being her daughter has meant a lifetime of put downs, and insults. As of now, little things are said daily, to me, about me, about my son. How I’m failing in everything. Over the years, those I really have learned to shake off, get up, say my goodbyes and state that we will try again another day. But it never changes. She just continues to spit out her venon in the form of insults, whether they are true or far fetched.
And never an apology….but OH God forbid my sister or I say anything remotely unkind to her…all hell breaks loose and she’s the properly placed victim.
But that is what makes me sad the most. She has turned into someone that I only tolerate because she gave me life. Other than that, I offer no more of myself. I just can’t get past her abrasive, cold attitude. She doesn’t appreciate what my sister and I have done for her, helped her. She is just wrapped up in her own world where it’s all about her, all the time. Anything else happens that doesn’t involve her (i.e. I take a small car trip with my son without her…..I get the “guilt trip, I’m stuck here alone with your father” act).
I wonder….I wonder if some day I can look at her and actually tell her how HARD she made it to even slightly love her.
But what I wonder most….is would she even care.