Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 When my mom received her diagnosis, I didn't realize that I would need support also. My whole life I knew my mom was different than other moms, she didn't love me - -not the way my friend's moms loved, anyway, but then sometimes she did – it was always hard to tell. I am an only child of a single mom and I didn't get to have a childhood – one of us had to be the grown up and it surely wasn't' going to be her. She was a substance abuser and did everything from marijuana to crack. I'm 24 now and my mom and I talk every now and then, but we aren't close – we never really have been – she went to a hospital where she received care for depression – she has pulled her life together and I am proud of her for what she has overcome. She recently began diagnostic testing where it was determined that, yes, in fact; she did have BPD, along with depression and low IQ. This helps to explain most of my life – but does not excuse her behavior… right now I'm having a difficult time distinguishing explanations from excuses – it's something I'm working on. (I am closer with my Aunt than my Mom and my Aunt passes along the information). Her diagnosis comes at a time when my access to technology is VERY limited. I'm currently working in Kazakhstan with the Peace Corps. I'm in a place where I have very few friends and people already don't understand what I say most of the time. I would be terrified to tell any of my friends – I struggle with the thought that people will judge me based on what they know about my mom because I think people do judge based on family – this has been an on-going struggle my whole life, I am nothing like my mom. I looked information up about this illness and now have become paranoid for myself. First because I am in the age range of when this illness normally becomes apparent and secondly because the environmental causes of this illness were all a part of my young life. I sometimes think about the future children I may or may not have, however silly that may be, and how they will be predisposed and they will not have the same kind of relationship with Grandma that other children get. Right now, I just need a " safe place " to vent and share with people who don't know me and therefore, won't possibly be able to judge me and may be going through very similar things. And support – only I don't know where to get – please tell me all these struggles are " normal, " after all, all any of us want is to be " normal. " If this is the wrong forum – please accept my heartfelt apologies and assist me in finding a group where this would fit. Thank you for letting me tell my story – I don't know how often I'll come here – I'm at an internet café that I pay to be at – so I have limited time – thank you all! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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