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We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal abuse

about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

about it.

But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

- Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

- made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

- bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

young woman. UGH

- Bought very small clothes

- Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school for

weeks on end

- humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

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ahahaha

Fada had a thing about clothes. Every fall he'd take the family clothes

shopping, regardless of whether we needed clothes or not. And we

homeschooled, so it's not like fashion was important or anything. He just

wanted to spend craploads of money on stuff that makes us feel guilty, and

so he can hold it against us.

We'd look around, and then he'd find something and say, " how about this? " I

quickly learned that if I said, " I don't think so, " his feelings would get

hurt and he'd quiz me about why I didn't like it. So I would say, " It looks

nice. " Whether or not I liked it, or voiced my dislike of it, he'd tell me

to go try it on. I would, then come out and model it for him and mom, and

fada would always say it looked nice on me, even if I thought it was hideous

and boring and uncomfortable.

And they were granny clothes. No offense to anybody who does wear them, but

they just don't look right on a teenager. Granny sweaters, granny pants,

granny shoes, granny shorts. They were nice enough, but geez, when you're

wearing elastic denim shorts at 17, it doesn't do much for your self-esteem.

Mostly I'd just wear the same thing over and over again and it'd languish in

the closet until I secretly told mom I hadn't worn it in years and then

she'd take it to goodwill before fada noticed.

It was a damned if you do, damned if you dont situation. :P

There's other stories, like the time my mom completely forgot that it was my

winter clothes I had packed away for the summer, and she thought they were

all my sisters and while I was at work, she texted me and said, " I think I

accidentally gave away some of your clothes. " how the fuck can someone

forget that those size 10 clothes belonged to me and not to my 9 yr old

sister? but I forgave her, though I was incredibly sad about the loss of my

red sweater that I wore when I met the guy who became my husband. I wore it

on our first date, too, and it had a lot of special significance.

Now, I realize, okay, maybe it's stupid to get too attached to a piece of

clothing, but I did cry. Until fada told me I was making mom sad and told me

dammit, you have no reason to cry, so I stopped. But I didn't realize how

strange it was that mom would forget completely for hours that perhaps they

were my clothes that were big for my sisters? and they eventually ultimately

blamed me because of course I didn't put my name on the box (I had, but it

had fallen off I think). I didn't realize the oddity of hte situation until

my now husband and his family thought it was weird that my parents forgot

about me, and told me so. Bless their kindness and their frankness.

Great, now I'm sorely missing my MIL. (they live a couple states away,

'cause DH and I moved away.)

But yeah, plenty of other stories revolving around clothes. >.<

Holly.

On Tue, Feb 8, 2011 at 9:08 PM, Girlscout Cowboy <girlscout.cowboy@...

> wrote:

>

>

> We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> abuse

> about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> about it.

>

> But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> young woman. UGH

> - Bought very small clothes

> - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> for

> weeks on end

> - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

>

> I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

>

>

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Oh, like how my mother always made me wear her old clothes, including her bras

and underwear, even though I have small hips and her pants never fit me or that

my chest was a C cup and she was barely a B cup?

Or like how over Christmas she kept insisting that I wear some of her clothes,

most definitely so she could see if I was smaller than her or not (and I am).

Or how about how she accidentally spilled bleach on the first skirt I ever

bought myself that was my favorite skirt ever? I don't even know why she had it

in the laundry room and how she got it. That stupid fucking bitch.

Wow, sorry for the cursing, but damn, that felt good.

Fucking bitch....felt good a second time too.

aka Lola (because I want to be)

>

> >

> >

> > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > abuse

> > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> > about it.

> >

> > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> > young woman. UGH

> > - Bought very small clothes

> > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> > for

> > weeks on end

> > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

> >

> > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> >

> >

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Pure, undiluted mean-girl, classroom-bully behavior on your nada's part. She

resented you growing into a young woman and having your own style and your own

look, and she was envious of your pride at being able to buy yourself a skirt

for the first time. The fact that it probably looked very good on you as well

probably sent her over the edge. So she went into your room, found your

favorite skirt, took it into the laundry room, and " accidentally " splashed it

with bleach.

Nada felt entitled to " get you back " in this plausibly-deniable, very

passive-aggressive way that she knew would make you sad and upset. " Oops. " Did

she offer to give you the money to get a replacement skirt? I'm guessing that

thought never entered her head.

Being raised by a bully is a depressing thing.

-Annie

> >

> > >

> > >

> > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking

it

> > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > > abuse

> > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> > > about it.

> > >

> > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> > > young woman. UGH

> > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> > > for

> > > weeks on end

> > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

> > >

> > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > >

> > >

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When I was a teenager,anything I bought with my own money that looked good on me

got shrunk in the dryer so I couldn't wear it.Then nada would have a fit about

how she was " only trying to help me " by doing my laundry and if I didn't like it

I could do it myself,then she had a fit if I did my own laundry.

I was very embarassed about being " busty " as a teenager and she bought

me tight sweaters that made me feel really exposed--when I didn't want to wear

them she shamed me about how " most people would die to have your figure " (which

she didn't have) and buy me bras and make a big to do about having me go try on

the bras she bought in front of fada,embarassing me more.Of course she got mad

if I didn't appreciate her " help " .

> > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking

it

> > > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > > > abuse

> > > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

bitching

> > > > about it.

> > > >

> > > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada

use

> > > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or

8

> > > > young woman. UGH

> > > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> > > > for

> > > > weeks on end

> > > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I

am.

> > > >

> > > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > > >

> > > >

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It's funny because I was so upset about it and I have been upset about it for

years, but I never thought to actually blame her for it. I mean, I accepted it

as an accident, and that was it. I mean, what the hell was she doing with bleach

around my skirt anyways?

I'm sure it wasn't on purpose, but rather some intentional accident, you know

what I mean?

And no, I can't even remember if she apologized. Only that I came home from my

summer internship and it was ruined. She never offered to replace it. Bitch.

> > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking

it

> > > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > > > abuse

> > > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

bitching

> > > > about it.

> > > >

> > > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada

use

> > > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or

8

> > > > young woman. UGH

> > > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> > > > for

> > > > weeks on end

> > > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I

am.

> > > >

> > > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > > >

> > > >

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Ewww. YOur nada's behavior is even more creepy, like she was trying to turn you

into a sexual object for her own gratification and/or your fada's by such

behaviors as shrinking your clothes deliberately and forcing you to expose

yourself in your underwear to your own dad, how revolting is that?!

Exhibitionism by proxy! With your foo it was just one abuse after another with

virtually no normal, sane, kind, loving, parental behaviors sandwiched in there

at all.

Holy freaking cow!

We really are just objects to them, not fellow human beings with feelings.

-Annie

> > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us -

wacking it

> > > > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > > > > abuse

> > > > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues -

in

> > > > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

bitching

> > > > > about it.

> > > > >

> > > > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada

use

> > > > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6

or 8

> > > > > young woman. UGH

> > > > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to

school

> > > > > for

> > > > > weeks on end

> > > > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I

am.

> > > > >

> > > > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > > > >

> > > > >

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Do you still truly believe it was an accident? Honestly?

If it really was just an accident, she would have apologized and offered to

replace it.

It was no accident, me dear.

-Annie

> > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us -

wacking it

> > > > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > > > > abuse

> > > > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues -

in

> > > > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

bitching

> > > > > about it.

> > > > >

> > > > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada

use

> > > > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6

or 8

> > > > > young woman. UGH

> > > > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to

school

> > > > > for

> > > > > weeks on end

> > > > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I

am.

> > > > >

> > > > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > > > >

> > > > >

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My goodness... how twisted is that. Your Nada having you try bras infront of

fada! Seems like she was trying to solicit attention from her husband in any

possible way even through you.

>

> When I was a teenager,anything I bought with my own money that looked good on

me got shrunk in the dryer so I couldn't wear it.Then nada would have a fit

about how she was " only trying to help me " by doing my laundry and if I didn't

like it I could do it myself,then she had a fit if I did my own laundry.

>

> I was very embarassed about being " busty " as a teenager and she

bought me tight sweaters that made me feel really exposed--when I didn't want to

wear them she shamed me about how " most people would die to have your

figure " (which she didn't have) and buy me bras and make a big to do about having

me go try on the bras she bought in front of fada,embarassing me more.Of course

she got mad if I didn't appreciate her " help " .

>

>

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Wow Making you try on underwear in front of dad!!!! EEEEEEW I'd like to

scratch both their eyes out.

So my nada did the boob/bra weird things once in a while. She was (well is)

a large woman. I'm built like her with long arms, long legs and short torso.

Not to reveal too much info ha ha but as a teen I wore a 36 B sized bra. So

anyway, one day when I was about 17 my nada, who is much bustier than me

because of an extra 100 lbs or so says to me " You got your big boobs from

me! " She says it with pride and struts and preens for a moment. I was like

what the hell - I have never in my life considered myself busty - I'm just

kinda medium maybe even smallish.I think of myself as tough, kinda muscular

and stronger than most men (not true except inside my head) but def not

busty. Who the hell would consider a B cup big and busty???? Busty is a D or

on someone with a very small rib cage a C. I was so confused. And she said

it in a way that sexualized and objectified me. And it wasn't even true and

made no sense. What a creepy woman.

So about the clothes/appearance issues. I believe this is a special form of

identity abuse. A big part of our identity is our appearance, our choice of

clothing, its a way we express ourselves. Nada's and other bullies attack

our identity by attacking our appearance. I'm working on this issue on

therapy right now. I have very very very strong preferences about fashion

and self expression. And everywhere I go, bullies notice it and zero in on

it. My T says its a wonderful part of my artistic personality - but bullies

just zero in on it and start telling me what color my nails should be, what

colors to wear and basically that I'm weird, deviant and bizarre and have no

taste. None of that is true.

I also encounter the appearance abuse stuff at work a lot. Attacks on the

cleavage (I'm sorry, but without wearing a flannel shirt buttoned up to my

collar bones, I don't know how to hide the fact that I'm a woman and a hint

of cleavage is occaisionally noticed and attacked), the body, looking too

sexy or (I work in advertising), not looking sexy enough. You can't win.

Bossy, bitchy, mean controlling people accept jobs as " the boss " and then

they use their position to bully other people. I think its a universal

truth. I live in a rather shallow and conservative state and I am not

shallow and I am REALLY not conservative. So I seem to be a lightening rod

for this type of bullying. My current boss seems to have a mega issue with

my legs. I like to wear dresses and she comments nearly every day that

I should wear pants instead of dresses - Sorry but I'm covered to the knee

with my skirt and paired with black tights? No, i don't think that's too

much leg. She is just short and self concious about her legs so in bully

fashion she has to attack mine.

Sometimes I get so sick of people!!!!

On Wed, Feb 9, 2011 at 12:13 AM, anuria67854 wrote:

>

>

> Do you still truly believe it was an accident? Honestly?

>

> If it really was just an accident, she would have apologized and offered to

> replace it.

>

> It was no accident, me dear.

>

>

> -Annie

>

>

> > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us -

> wacking it

> > > > > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and

> verbal

> > > > > > abuse

> > > > > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair

> issues - in

> > > > > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

> bitching

> > > > > > about it.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your

> nada use

> > > > > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > > > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > > > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church

> clothes

> > > > > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a

> size 6 or 8

> > > > > > young woman. UGH

> > > > > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > > > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to

> school

> > > > > > for

> > > > > > weeks on end

> > > > > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how

> difficult I am.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

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Oh, wow...here we go:

1. The polyester pants with the words " Do Not Bend " emblazoned across the butt.

2. The salmon-pink polyester pantsuit with a large picture of Holly Hobby on

the back of the blazer when I was about 13 (and never into Holly Hobby type

stuff).

3. The endless sweatshirts with quilted penguins, puppies, etc.--again, totally

not my style. Nada would cry if I didn't wear them.

4. The numerous items of clothing that I had purchased with my own money that

she threw out because she didn't like them--and these weren't skimpy or

inappropriate clothes, they were t-shirts and pants.

5. The rage I got from my dad when I told him I needed to go out to get socks,

again with my own money. I still don't get that one.

6. Another rage I got from my dad over my tears when he shrunk the beautiful

Norwegian wool sweater that my then-boyfriend/first love had sent to me while

doing his year as an exchange student overseas. My dad never did laundry but

yelled at me because I should have known he would launder it if I left it on the

floor of my own room.

7. Oh, and here's one of those " in retrospect, that's actually really creepy "

kind of memories--nada sent me to get my senior pictures taken, telling me " just

be yourself " , so I did, wearing my favorite shirt and pants, hair styled the way

I liked it--a little funky, but nothing over the top. When the pictures came

back, my nada was so upset, saying she couldn't possibly send them to her

friends and relatives. She sent me back to the photographer's wearing HER dress

and hair curled the way she liked it. Those were the pictures that were

distributed.

There's more, but I'm getting angry again...I have three kids, and I would never

do any of these things to them. Wouldn't even consider it.

>

> We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal abuse

> about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> about it.

>

> But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> young woman. UGH

> - Bought very small clothes

> - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school for

> weeks on end

> - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

>

> I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

>

>

>

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Amazing the situations I've buried from childhood that end up getting raised

here!

Nada insisted on making my clothes--horrid dresses with peter pan collars,

STRETCH pants with a bead down the middle. I could not wear jeans, I could not

pick out a pattern style or fabric. Everyone wore jeans then--the early 70s--I

was mercilessly teased. She insisted that we had to make our own clothes because

fada was paid so little (BS). She'd only buy tops because she wasn't proficient

enough at sewing to do button holes and regular collars.

I finally rebelled and started buying clothes for myself with my allowance as

soon as I was permitted to ride my bike to the local mall.

I gotta go throw up now. Thanks for the purging session.

>

> We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal abuse

> about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> about it.

>

> But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> young woman. UGH

> - Bought very small clothes

> - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school for

> weeks on end

> - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

>

> I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

>

>

>

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The themes that seem to be repeated from post to post is that the child is not

regarded as a separate individual with her own needs, feelings and tastes by the

bpd parent. The child is an object only, and is supposed to simply reflect

whoever or whatever the personality-disordered parent wants the object to

represent. We're just their dollies that they get to dress and play with or

ignore, depending on their own whim. That's it. Dolls don't have feelings.

Mine wanted us to dress alike. Truly. When I was a child /preteen /teen I was

supposed to be her " mini me. " And I was so eager to please her, scared of her

and enmeshed with her, I let her.

However, when she cut off my ponytail and gave me a permanent so I'd have poofy

curly hair like she did, I went kind of dead. Photos of me from around age

10-11 look rather creepy, like I'm a propped up dead kid. My eyes look dead and

I'm never smiling. I felt feminine with my ponytail swinging. I loved having

long hair and a ponytail, and when she cut it off it felt like I was being

punished, and I felt ugly. For some reason it was deeply shaming, and I didn't

even do anything bad. My crime? Nada told me that my ears were big and ugly and

stuck out, and I needed to have shorter curly hair to cover them up. None of my

friends or classmates had ever told me my ears were ugly, and several of my

friends had ponytails too, so all our ears showed. Guess what? Surprise,

surprise. Nada felt that *her* ears were big and ugly and stuck out, so, that

meant that mine did too so they had to be covered up like hers. And my wishes

in the matter meant nothing. And I better not cry about it or I'd get smacked

around and screamed at.

It was only in my late teens that I began asserting myself RE having my own

style and buying my own clothes, and it was like WWIII.

Again, the bpd's child is merely an object. The bpd parent is (in some cases)

operating at a 2- to 4-year-old (or otherwise severely immature) emotional

level: like a mean, spoiled, malicious little bully in the body of an adult.

And its as though most people just can't wrap their minds around this concept.

We can accept the idea that a person's intelligence can be impaired, that

they're only able to *think* at a small child's level of intelligence (or in a

range of sub-adult years), probably because sub-normal intelligence is more

obvious.

But the concept of being *emotionally impaired* and only able to process and

express *feelings* at the level of a very small child, while having the

intelligence of an adult and the body of an adult is... incomprehensible.

For the same reason that nobody hands a newborn infant (or puppy) to a

4-year-old to care for alone and just walk away, nobody should hand a newborn

infant to a woman with a Cluster B pd and just walk off. Its unconscionable.

-Annie

> >

> > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal abuse

> > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> > about it.

> >

> > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> > young woman. UGH

> > - Bought very small clothes

> > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school for

> > weeks on end

> > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

> >

> > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> >

> >

> >

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> 7. Oh, and here's one of those " in retrospect, that's actually really creepy "

kind of memories--nada sent me to get my senior pictures taken, telling me " just

be yourself " , so I did, wearing my favorite shirt and pants, hair styled the way

I liked it--a little funky, but nothing over the top. When the pictures came

back, my nada was so upset, saying she couldn't possibly send them to her

friends and relatives. She sent me back to the photographer's wearing HER dress

and hair curled the way she liked it. Those were the pictures that were

distributed.

>

OMG OMG OMG! That is totally my story!

I had asked my mother what she wanted me to wear, and she got mad at me and said

I should be picking my own clothes. So, thinking about all the senior pictures

I had seen in years past of my older friends and acquaintances, I picked out

some jeans and a couple of nice short-sleeved sweaters. She wanted me to go to

the appointment on my own, so I did.

But then when the proofs came in, she went with me to the studio to order

pictures. She could barely contain her rage in front of the employee. She

asked for some time to look at them alone, and then told me how horrible they

looked and how she couldn't order any of them because it was just too

embarrassing, I was so stupid and always chose the ugliest clothes, jeans are so

tacky, she could never show those to her friends, etc., etc. At least she

didn't dress me up her way and make me do it all over again.

This is the first example that came to mind when I started reading about BPD and

the " no-win situation. "

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> The themes that seem to be repeated from post to post is that the child is not

regarded as a separate individual with her own needs, feelings and tastes by the

bpd parent. The child is an object only, and is supposed to simply reflect

whoever or whatever the personality-disordered parent wants the object to

represent. We're just their dollies that they get to dress and play with or

ignore, depending on their own whim. That's it. Dolls don't have feelings.

>

Yes, I always felt like my mom was trying to dress a doll to take to

show-and-tell. We fought about clothes almost as far back as I can remember.

The first time she called me a b*tch was when I was in about 4th or 5th grade

and didn't like any of the outfits she wanted me to buy at the store. She would

always make me try on all kinds of things and then get furious when I didn't

want the ones she thought were pretty. She'd say, " You do this on purpose to

hurt me, you only don't like those because I do! " Um, no, I didn't like them

because they would have been appropriate for, say, my grandmother, but not for a

teenager!

She sent my sister with me to try on wedding dresses. I found one I totally

loved; every time I had seen it in a catalogue I had loved it--even in different

poses--and would then see the name of the dress and realize it must be what I

wanted! I tried on a lot of dresses, but THE dress is the one I still loved.

Well, just hearing that I had found a wonderful dress wasn't good enough, she

made me go back to the shop with only her. I tried on the dress, and then she

made me try on all of the other dresses I had tried on before. (I was still

pretty young and hadn't figured out I could just tell her no). She of course

loved the one that made me look like an Italian from the 1920s, lace and long

sleeves and a waist like a Disney princess. My style is totally simple, and

this thing was way over-the-top. I refused to buy it and insisted that I would

be buying the dress I liked. " I just don't understand why you don't want to

look pretty, KT. " That was a common statement, too...she was perplexed that I

would want to look horrible just to spite her. But she never had a wedding, and

I knew even then that this was an attempt to use me to fulfill her own dream.

But the most abusive clothing-related incident was about jeans. I'm very tall

and have to buy my clothes from specialty stores. She always made me show her

the clothes I tried on to make sure they fit, and she bought me about 3 pairs of

the exact same jeans. I wore them for most of my senior year, and then in a

rage one time she screamed at me that I looked like a slut in those jeans that

were so tight they showed my " tutu " (her word for female genitalia, *barf*) to

everyone. I was mortified that that could have happened, and embarrassed that I

might have been walking around school with a camel toe! And so I told her I

never would have worn them if I had known, and if she hadn't approved of them

enough to buy me THREE PAIRS of the damn things!

She was always trying to get me to buy bikinis, too, instead of the one-pieces I

prefer, so this was bizarre. I think now it was just using me and my skinny

young body as a projection of how she wished she could be. She has been at

least 100 pounds overweight as long as I can remember.

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> Oh, like how my mother always made me wear her old clothes, including her bras

and underwear, even though I have small hips and her pants never fit me or that

my chest was a C cup and she was barely a B cup?

>

WTF! Her UNDERWEAR? That is freaking disgusting! What a nutcase. Sorry you

had to go through that.

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This whole line is so interesting to me. My dad got together with stepnada when

I was about 14 or 15--that was my introduction to all the bpd mental games and

weirdness. One of the first situations with stepnada involved clothes. I had a

really cute outfit, a peach-colored stylish skirt and blouse that I had bought

with my own money. It looked really good on me, and I had only worn it a couple

times. I was going to wash it, and stepnada said, " No, I'll do that. " I

protested because it needed to be line-dried so it wouldn't shrink and she

crabbed at me: " You think I don't know how to do laundry? " So I didn't say

anything more, and guess what. She put it in the dryer and of course it shrunk

to the point where it was ugly and didn't fit (it had also faded a lot--had she

put bleach in too?). When I mentioned the shrunken skirt, she threw a big fit

and spent the rest of the day in bed crying about how worthless she was and

couldn't do anything right. She turned the situation so it was all about her.

She never offered to replace the skirt. I always thought it was an accident,

but after reading these posts, I don't think so any more. She has a daughter

exactly my age, and stepnada always wants to present her daughter as better

looking and better dressed than me (which honestly she is anyway). This also

explains why the stepsister got all the adorable outfits and I got all the

uglies.

Jill

>

> When I was a teenager,anything I bought with my own money that looked good on

me got shrunk in the dryer so I couldn't wear it.Then nada would have a fit

about how she was " only trying to help me " by doing my laundry and if I didn't

like it I could do it myself,then she had a fit if I did my own laundry.

>

> I was very embarassed about being " busty " as a teenager and she

bought me tight sweaters that made me feel really exposed--when I didn't want to

wear them she shamed me about how " most people would die to have your

figure " (which she didn't have) and buy me bras and make a big to do about having

me go try on the bras she bought in front of fada,embarassing me more.Of course

she got mad if I didn't appreciate her " help " .

>

>

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Holy crap, this is the first time I realised how abnormal that was! My mother

would take me out clothing shopping and she'd pull something out and say " What

do you think of this? " and I'd respond " Um, that's kind of not me " (because it

was for someone her age), then right there in the middle of the store she'd

start ranting about a)how the only reason I didn't like it was because she did

and b)I was ungrateful. I spent years explaining to her that we are two

different people, thus we like different clothing and it's not a personal

attack. Her ability to remember that comes and goes, meanwhile I'm 23 years old

now. As far as the holding things over my head, my mother still does that to

both me and my little sister. This applies to random stuff she's bought us,

birthday presents, christmas presents, borrowed money that's been paid back etc.

The problem is if you don't accept the " gift " then there's a huge fight about

why we won't and why were ungrateful. The most embarrassing thing she's done

lately is this... I had to borrow money from my Dad in order to pay for gifts

for my family members and I said I'd pay him back when I started working (I lost

my job just before Christmas). My Mum and I are visiting her family and she

starts telling them all about how I'm unemployed and they've given (key word is

given not borrowed) me x amount of dollars. She actually gave them specified

amounts! I'm not allowed to tell my extended family that I'm mentally ill and

how this has affected my life over the past 10 years, how exactly are they going

to understand my current financial situation? If I turned around and did similar

things to her, I'd be killed and left as food for wild animals.

Sometimes I dream about becoming extremely rich (I'm not really money oriented)

and paying off her debt/mortgage, then holding it over her head for a while. I

would never do it because it would hurt my dad, but sometimes I'd just like her

to feel the things I feel.

>

> >

> >

> > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> > abuse

> > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> > about it.

> >

> > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> > young woman. UGH

> > - Bought very small clothes

> > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school

> > for

> > weeks on end

> > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

> >

> > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> >

> >

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Yeah. Right. " Oops. Gee... sorry about that. " and then *not offering to

replace the ruined item(s)?!*

THAT'S the indicator that the " accident " was not an accident at all and

step-nada was not sorry at all.

The histrionic boo-hooing in your step-nada's case was to make it appear on the

surface that she was sorry, but really it was just a smoke-screen. By

*appearing* to become histrionically upset herself she made *you* feel guilty

for upsetting *her* so you wouldn't even ask her to replace what she'd ruined.

So, she turned the tables on you. Get it? You were *played.* What a slick,

underhanded little piece of work that was!

Its truly bullying behavior to manipulate a kid that way. And highly indicative

of narcissistic pd, in my opinion.

Over the course of my lifetime I've screwed up now and then. I borrowed a book

from an old friend and subsequently lost the book, and I bought my friend a new

one because that was the right thing to do. I borrowed a DVD from a different

friend and lost it, and bought her a replacement for it, brand new. (Turns out

the dvd fell between the back of the sofa and the wall, so now I have that DVD.)

I borrowed a ceramic piece from a different friend and managed to break it

(GAAAHH!!) and spent QUITE a bit of money replacing that damned thing. I have

never borrowed anything really valuable from anyone, since then. In fact, I

have become kind of phobic about borrowing stuff! I can't be trusted!

But the point is that I was genuinely sorry that I lost or broke something that

belonged to a friend, and I made a point of replacing the items because I cared

about my friends' feelings and because it was the right thing to do.

NOT replacing a ruined or lost item is a covert, indirect, passive-aggressive

" Up yours, screw you, ha, ha, got you! "

In my opinion.

-Annie

>

> This whole line is so interesting to me. My dad got together with stepnada

when I was about 14 or 15--that was my introduction to all the bpd mental games

and weirdness. One of the first situations with stepnada involved clothes. I

had a really cute outfit, a peach-colored stylish skirt and blouse that I had

bought with my own money. It looked really good on me, and I had only worn it a

couple times. I was going to wash it, and stepnada said, " No, I'll do that. " I

protested because it needed to be line-dried so it wouldn't shrink and she

crabbed at me: " You think I don't know how to do laundry? " So I didn't say

anything more, and guess what. She put it in the dryer and of course it shrunk

to the point where it was ugly and didn't fit (it had also faded a lot--had she

put bleach in too?). When I mentioned the shrunken skirt, she threw a big fit

and spent the rest of the day in bed crying about how worthless she was and

couldn't do anything right. She turned the situation so it was all about her.

She never offered to replace the skirt. I always thought it was an accident,

but after reading these posts, I don't think so any more. She has a daughter

exactly my age, and stepnada always wants to present her daughter as better

looking and better dressed than me (which honestly she is anyway). This also

explains why the stepsister got all the adorable outfits and I got all the

uglies.

>

> Jill

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Wow, I cant believe these stories. If I get in to grad school, I'm going to

do my disseration on appearance/clothing abuse.

On Wed, Feb 9, 2011 at 4:10 PM, anuria67854 wrote:

>

>

> Yeah. Right. " Oops. Gee... sorry about that. " and then *not offering to

> replace the ruined item(s)?!*

>

> THAT'S the indicator that the " accident " was not an accident at all and

> step-nada was not sorry at all.

>

> The histrionic boo-hooing in your step-nada's case was to make it appear on

> the surface that she was sorry, but really it was just a smoke-screen. By

> *appearing* to become histrionically upset herself she made *you* feel

> guilty for upsetting *her* so you wouldn't even ask her to replace what

> she'd ruined. So, she turned the tables on you. Get it? You were *played.*

> What a slick, underhanded little piece of work that was!

>

> Its truly bullying behavior to manipulate a kid that way. And highly

> indicative of narcissistic pd, in my opinion.

>

> Over the course of my lifetime I've screwed up now and then. I borrowed a

> book from an old friend and subsequently lost the book, and I bought my

> friend a new one because that was the right thing to do. I borrowed a DVD

> from a different friend and lost it, and bought her a replacement for it,

> brand new. (Turns out the dvd fell between the back of the sofa and the

> wall, so now I have that DVD.) I borrowed a ceramic piece from a different

> friend and managed to break it (GAAAHH!!) and spent QUITE a bit of money

> replacing that damned thing. I have never borrowed anything really valuable

> from anyone, since then. In fact, I have become kind of phobic about

> borrowing stuff! I can't be trusted!

>

> But the point is that I was genuinely sorry that I lost or broke something

> that belonged to a friend, and I made a point of replacing the items because

> I cared about my friends' feelings and because it was the right thing to do.

>

>

> NOT replacing a ruined or lost item is a covert, indirect,

> passive-aggressive " Up yours, screw you, ha, ha, got you! "

>

> In my opinion.

>

> -Annie

>

>

> >

> > This whole line is so interesting to me. My dad got together with

> stepnada when I was about 14 or 15--that was my introduction to all the bpd

> mental games and weirdness. One of the first situations with stepnada

> involved clothes. I had a really cute outfit, a peach-colored stylish skirt

> and blouse that I had bought with my own money. It looked really good on me,

> and I had only worn it a couple times. I was going to wash it, and stepnada

> said, " No, I'll do that. " I protested because it needed to be line-dried so

> it wouldn't shrink and she crabbed at me: " You think I don't know how to do

> laundry? " So I didn't say anything more, and guess what. She put it in the

> dryer and of course it shrunk to the point where it was ugly and didn't fit

> (it had also faded a lot--had she put bleach in too?). When I mentioned the

> shrunken skirt, she threw a big fit and spent the rest of the day in bed

> crying about how worthless she was and couldn't do anything right. She

> turned the situation so it was all about her. She never offered to replace

> the skirt. I always thought it was an accident, but after reading these

> posts, I don't think so any more. She has a daughter exactly my age, and

> stepnada always wants to present her daughter as better looking and better

> dressed than me (which honestly she is anyway). This also explains why the

> stepsister got all the adorable outfits and I got all the uglies.

> >

> > Jill

>

>

>

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Annie, GS, and everyone,

Thanks for the validation. That felt good. Looking back on the situation, I

agree with you totally, Annie. It WAS an " up yours, screw you, ha ha got you "

experience.

Jill

> > >

> > > This whole line is so interesting to me. My dad got together with

> > stepnada when I was about 14 or 15--that was my introduction to all the bpd

> > mental games and weirdness. One of the first situations with stepnada

> > involved clothes. I had a really cute outfit, a peach-colored stylish skirt

> > and blouse that I had bought with my own money. It looked really good on me,

> > and I had only worn it a couple times. I was going to wash it, and stepnada

> > said, " No, I'll do that. " I protested because it needed to be line-dried so

> > it wouldn't shrink and she crabbed at me: " You think I don't know how to do

> > laundry? " So I didn't say anything more, and guess what. She put it in the

> > dryer and of course it shrunk to the point where it was ugly and didn't fit

> > (it had also faded a lot--had she put bleach in too?). When I mentioned the

> > shrunken skirt, she threw a big fit and spent the rest of the day in bed

> > crying about how worthless she was and couldn't do anything right. She

> > turned the situation so it was all about her. She never offered to replace

> > the skirt. I always thought it was an accident, but after reading these

> > posts, I don't think so any more. She has a daughter exactly my age, and

> > stepnada always wants to present her daughter as better looking and better

> > dressed than me (which honestly she is anyway). This also explains why the

> > stepsister got all the adorable outfits and I got all the uglies.

> > >

> > > Jill

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

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Thank you for your understanding,Annie :) I appreciate it and I appreciate all

of your posts to me and to the other members.I wish I had more time right now to

really respond to the posts on the board but at the moment I'm having to kind of

rush through whatever I manage to reply to.

I hadn't thought of this before but actually you're right: nada's behavior

about the bras was " exhibitionism by proxy " which seems to me to be her bit of

Histrionic PD interacting with her BPD.If I am a mere extension of her,then I

" should " exhibit myself the same way she does.One of her sick things was going

through the house naked,including right into my brother's room to " talk " to him.

There was actually some weird somewhat incestuous stuff happening in

that household: nada with my brother and fada with me.I haven't mentioned this

on here before because it isn't on the order of the actual sex abuse that I

endured but from the time I was about thirteen onwards fada looked at me like a

man,not like a father.Like,I'd " catch " him staring at my breasts or legs like a

man and I could sense this sick lust emanating from him.It was really creepy.

Strangely,nada also fixated in a sick sexual way on my brother once he

got to be a teenager.

With the bra exhibitionism I would automatically dissociate so that is

how she got me to " comply " .Because fada's creepy gaze was too much.Sometimes I'd

just " go away " and other times I'd be " out of my body " and watching it all from

up on the ceiling.

I have wondered if one of the reasons why fada was so rejecting of me

from the age of five onwards was because he was tempted to incest me.Thank god

he didn't.

But I feel like nada *did* by allowing me to be sexually abused when I

realize now she had to have known it was happening and with my sixth grade

teacher she did know for sure...I think she had fantasies of being a " slut " (and

actually was one as a teenager) that she used me to live out for her: the very

dark side of Histrionic PD interacting with BPD interacting with

psychopathy...Because *for her* having say my sixth grade teacher panting over

her would have been a thrill or having fada lusting over her " bustiness " would

have been a turn on.

Man,is it sick...

>

> Ewww. YOur nada's behavior is even more creepy, like she was trying to turn

you into a sexual object for her own gratification and/or your fada's by such

behaviors as shrinking your clothes deliberately and forcing you to expose

yourself in your underwear to your own dad, how revolting is that?!

Exhibitionism by proxy! With your foo it was just one abuse after another with

virtually no normal, sane, kind, loving, parental behaviors sandwiched in there

at all.

> Holy freaking cow!

> We really are just objects to them, not fellow human beings with feelings.

>

> -Annie

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((((()))))

I agree; your parents and my nada and so many of the other bpd family members

posted about here were so deeply, incredibly sick, and yet able for most of

their lives to appear just fine in public. That is the biggest problem, the

most unsolvable problem: when severely disturbed parents can wear that " mask of

sanity " in public and pass as normal, while slowly destroying their children

behind closed doors.

But all of this, all of these things we post about and discuss here, this litany

of covert abuse is exactly why I continue to believe that those with severe,

untreated personality disorder of the Cluster B variety simply SHOULD NOT BE

RAISING CHILDREN at all.

Its almost like giving a baby mouse to a mother cat to nurture. The result is

virtually inevitable and tragic for the mouse.

There just really, desperately needs to be more public awareness of what

constitutes emotional abuse of children.

-Annie

>

> Thank you for your understanding,Annie :) I appreciate it and I appreciate all

of your posts to me and to the other members.I wish I had more time right now to

really respond to the posts on the board but at the moment I'm having to kind of

rush through whatever I manage to reply to.

>

> I hadn't thought of this before but actually you're right: nada's

behavior about the bras was " exhibitionism by proxy " which seems to me to be her

bit of Histrionic PD interacting with her BPD.If I am a mere extension of

her,then I " should " exhibit myself the same way she does.One of her sick things

was going through the house naked,including right into my brother's room to

" talk " to him.

>

> There was actually some weird somewhat incestuous stuff happening in

that household: nada with my brother and fada with me.I haven't mentioned this

on here before because it isn't on the order of the actual sex abuse that I

endured but from the time I was about thirteen onwards fada looked at me like a

man,not like a father.Like,I'd " catch " him staring at my breasts or legs like a

man and I could sense this sick lust emanating from him.It was really creepy.

>

> Strangely,nada also fixated in a sick sexual way on my brother once he

got to be a teenager.

>

> With the bra exhibitionism I would automatically dissociate so that

is how she got me to " comply " .Because fada's creepy gaze was too much.Sometimes

I'd just " go away " and other times I'd be " out of my body " and watching it all

from up on the ceiling.

>

> I have wondered if one of the reasons why fada was so rejecting of me

from the age of five onwards was because he was tempted to incest me.Thank god

he didn't.

>

> But I feel like nada *did* by allowing me to be sexually abused when

I realize now she had to have known it was happening and with my sixth grade

teacher she did know for sure...I think she had fantasies of being a " slut " (and

actually was one as a teenager) that she used me to live out for her: the very

dark side of Histrionic PD interacting with BPD interacting with

psychopathy...Because *for her* having say my sixth grade teacher panting over

her would have been a thrill or having fada lusting over her " bustiness " would

have been a turn on.

>

> Man,is it sick...

>

>

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WOW!

I can't believe so many people had similar clothing horror stories to tell.

Looking back on our childhood, in photos, I'm always amazed at how terrible me

and my sisters look.

Clothing in sizes way too big, baggy, hanging and faded.

I remember shopping for school clothes and every where we went we only got

clothing that nada liked.

As an eighth grader (13-years-old) I was accepted into an honor band festival

for high schoolers. Most of the participants where juniors and seniors.

I was super excited- until after shopping for a dress to wear.

My nada found a dress suited for a 50-year-old elementary school teacher! Kind

of loose, with a built-in vest. The fabric was checked, black and white blocks.

I wanted to cry. Here I was- with older students and so wanting to fit in. I

could play alto sax on the same level and was as mature as many but I felt so

ashamed in that dress and could see the others snickering.

The worst part about it is that I had to wear that dress four years- because the

dress requirements for the honor band didn't change year after year. On the wall

in the band room at school hung pictures of each group of kids that got to

participate and there I am, year after year, in the same damn dress.

Finally, as a junior I had hoarded just enough money to buy myself a dress. Now,

I wouldn't have been able to buy myself any clothes-because we were never

allowed to have money unless we got it from grandparents and relatives for our

birthday or something.

During honor band everyone got to go to the mall for lunch and I bought my dress

then.

I loved it! It was in style and better yet: it was MY style. Not nadas.

Nada, unexpectedly, was pissed when she saw me in my dress during the concert.

Of course I got comments like- well, you look fat in it, I don't like the color,

I don't like the style, etc.

I didn't care!!!

This clothing abuse has manifested itself in my adult life in surprising ways

and I'm curious if anyone can relate to this?

Example: I always had to wear the ugliest, cheapest shoes.

Now, I have a closet full of shoes I love.

Jeans: I have a hard time NOT buying jeans I love.

I do this with jewelry, bras, etc.

Maybe I'm only thinking my clothing purchases are tied to the clothing abuse

because, as you all know, we never get to be " girly " growing up. (I only got

make-up, finally, as a junior in high school. My best friend's mother bought it

for me. She said it was payment for helping her daughter with math homework.) I

never got to splurge or create my own identity. I don't know if this is normal

behavior or if I'm trying to indulge my inner-child that had to go without!

Thoughts on this?

> >

> > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us - wacking it

> > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal abuse

> > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues - in

> > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada bitching

> > about it.

> >

> > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada use

> > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6 or 8

> > young woman. UGH

> > - Bought very small clothes

> > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to school for

> > weeks on end

> > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I am.

> >

> > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> >

> >

> >

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Hahahaha! I'm sorry, the story of the dress that's best suited for a

matronly schoolteacher, I had exactly the same problem!

It was 8th grade and I was getting confirmed. I needed a new dress for the

occasion, I guess, so fada took me and the whole family out to Dress Barn to

get a dress. I looked around, wasn't too thrilled by the options, because it

was all old-lady styles. Fada was getting a little...strange...because I

wasn't acting very excited about the dresses in Dress Barn. So he and mom

found some dresses since I was obviously having a hard time finding

something that would be decent for an 8th grader, and made me try them on.

I tried on a salmon pink dress with an attached jacket--it was like a faux

suit dress, with these big flower embroidery down the front, and it had

SHOULDER PADS. I felt like a football player in it and was less than

thrilled by it. But it fit me, and Fada picked it out, so I couldn't turn it

down without hurting his feelings, and he was getting stressed, mom was

frustrated, and my little siblings were all getting tired of the store. So,

Fada bought it. I wore it for my confirmation. This 8th grader, in a granny

dress, with granny white sandals, and big bushy frizzy hair and shoulder

pads, pimples...I was entirely uncool among my big confirmation class.

Everybody else had nice dresses and suits.

Perhaps people thought it was a homeschooler thing. But goes to show how

fadas shouldn't dictate the fashion of an 8th grader girl.

LOL.

Holly

On Sat, Feb 12, 2011 at 8:04 PM, blairkoch@... wrote:

>

>

> WOW!

>

> I can't believe so many people had similar clothing horror stories to tell.

>

>

> Looking back on our childhood, in photos, I'm always amazed at how terrible

> me and my sisters look.

>

> Clothing in sizes way too big, baggy, hanging and faded.

>

> I remember shopping for school clothes and every where we went we only got

> clothing that nada liked.

>

> As an eighth grader (13-years-old) I was accepted into an honor band

> festival for high schoolers. Most of the participants where juniors and

> seniors.

>

> I was super excited- until after shopping for a dress to wear.

>

> My nada found a dress suited for a 50-year-old elementary school teacher!

> Kind of loose, with a built-in vest. The fabric was checked, black and white

> blocks.

>

> I wanted to cry. Here I was- with older students and so wanting to fit in.

> I could play alto sax on the same level and was as mature as many but I felt

> so ashamed in that dress and could see the others snickering.

>

> The worst part about it is that I had to wear that dress four years-

> because the dress requirements for the honor band didn't change year after

> year. On the wall in the band room at school hung pictures of each group of

> kids that got to participate and there I am, year after year, in the same

> damn dress.

>

> Finally, as a junior I had hoarded just enough money to buy myself a dress.

> Now, I wouldn't have been able to buy myself any clothes-because we were

> never allowed to have money unless we got it from grandparents and relatives

> for our birthday or something.

> During honor band everyone got to go to the mall for lunch and I bought my

> dress then.

>

> I loved it! It was in style and better yet: it was MY style. Not nadas.

>

> Nada, unexpectedly, was pissed when she saw me in my dress during the

> concert. Of course I got comments like- well, you look fat in it, I don't

> like the color, I don't like the style, etc.

>

> I didn't care!!!

>

> This clothing abuse has manifested itself in my adult life in surprising

> ways and I'm curious if anyone can relate to this?

>

> Example: I always had to wear the ugliest, cheapest shoes.

> Now, I have a closet full of shoes I love.

>

> Jeans: I have a hard time NOT buying jeans I love.

>

> I do this with jewelry, bras, etc.

>

> Maybe I'm only thinking my clothing purchases are tied to the clothing

> abuse because, as you all know, we never get to be " girly " growing up. (I

> only got make-up, finally, as a junior in high school. My best friend's

> mother bought it for me. She said it was payment for helping her daughter

> with math homework.) I never got to splurge or create my own identity. I

> don't know if this is normal behavior or if I'm trying to indulge my

> inner-child that had to go without!

>

> Thoughts on this?

>

>

> > >

> > > We've talked on this group about how nadas us hair to abuse us -

> wacking it

> > > off short, burns with curling irons, beating with hairbrush and verbal

> abuse

> > > about how ugly your hair is girlscout. . . I have major hair issues -

> in

> > > pictures it looks beautiful but in my minds eye I just hear nada

> bitching

> > > about it.

> > >

> > > But we haven't talked as much about CLOTHING ABUSE. How did your nada

> use

> > > clothes to abuse you - here's mine:

> > > - Bought my boy clothes in boy colors with no feminine options

> > > - made me feel so crappy that I was embarrased to wear church clothes

> > > - bought clothes too big almost all the time - sixe XXXL for a size 6

> or 8

> > > young woman. UGH

> > > - Bought very small clothes

> > > - Refused to do my laundry so that I had to wear dirty clothes to

> school for

> > > weeks on end

> > > - humiliated me by swearing at the sales clerks about how difficult I

> am.

> > >

> > > I may make this into a poem. What are your experiences?

> > >

> > >

> > >

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