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Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person? Do you feel like you were

ever seen as a child?

Yes, and no. I think my parent saw me as a *part of her.* When I was a child, I

think she saw me as Little Her; in other words, whatever she would have felt as

a child is what I must feel. (Opposite of empathy?)

However, the extent to which my mother used me for her own emotional needs made

me feel she did not respect me as a person. Perhaps it would be better to say

she did not treat me as a *separate* person, just another part of herself.

What you are describing reminds me more of other Cluster 2 disorders, more so

than BPD. Does your mother have any AntiSocialPD or NarcissiticPD traits?

Sveta

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(((((Tag)))))

I think I understand what you are perceiving. I too came to the conclusion a

while back that my nada was for the most part incapable of viewing me as a

separate, individual human being with my own tastes, opinions, and needs that

differed from hers. She was pretty much only able to see me and relate to me as

sort of a little clone of herself. Her " mini-me. " I was only allowed to feel

happy if she was happy, and sad if she was sad, like what she liked, hate who

and what she hated, and I was expected to be perfect, as she demanded perfection

of herself.

I think you are right and your nada was not capable of viewing you as a person

with the right to have your own needs and feelings, equal to her own rights. We

as human beings are so hard-wired to bond with and trust our own mother that its

nearly impossible for us to grasp that our own mother may actually hate us,

resent us, and wish we'd never been born.

I think the more severely disturbed pd women who have extreme borderline pd,

extreme narcissistic pd, or even psychopathy, who are not able to form a

normal bond with their own child or view their own child as anything other than

an object or possession: these women need intensive monitoring and supervision

while parenting, or they need to give up their child to an empathetic, nurturing

caregiver who can provide these essential qualities for the child's normal

development. I think its cruel for a child to be left in the sole care of a

mother who has no capacity for empathy, no compassion, and possibly no

conscience.

-Annie

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

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Yes there are a lot of selfish narcisistic parents about who do not care

about their off spring's feelings.

They get jealous of them, they verbally abuse them, they show them a lack

of respect. I do not think it is because they expect perfection from you

because they expect it themselves. I think it is because they think they did

you a huge favour by bringing you into the World and they brought you into

the World to serve them and be available to them. Their offspring's needs

are then totally irrelevant and get in the way of their own needs. With

my parents if I was busy with a friend they were put out that I had a

friend and hated it and preferred me to have no friends at all so that I was

never too busy for them. The fact this would make me miserable and lonely

was irrelevant. If I invited a friend over for a meal and cooked my friend a

lovely meal and told my parents they would go on about how I am making

more of a fuss of my friend than I do of them and get very jealous. If I met

a man and fell in love and wanted to spend lots of time with the object of

my desires they would make nasty comments about how we are spending too

much time together and should see a lot less of each other and if I saw them

more and thought about them more I would not need the man so much. Even when

I was aged 45 and seeing a man I had been seeing for eight years they got

annoyed and jealous because they said they should always be far more

important to me than him or anyone else.

What made this even more ridiculous was that they were never there for me

when I needed support or help.

My father had disappeared and run off with another woman when I was 15. He

made it clear to me he never wanted to see me or hear from me again, he

would not even give me his address and phone number. When he heard I was in

hospital with a nervous breakdown it made no difference, he would not even

phone.

But years later he thought he could just waltz back and make demands and

criticise. My mother would come to me trying to get lots of money off of me,

and when I was young and living with her she also told men that if they

gave her money they could have sex with me - of course i DID NOT go along

with this! It was like she saw pound signs in her eyes when she looked at

me. When she got a new boyfriend and he turned out to be a sex perv trying

it on with me all of the time she turned her back on me and was nasty to me

and stayed with him and shut me out of her life until many years later

when this man died. Then she thought she could be demanding again.

I deal with it by having lots of barriers and boundaries. For example, I

live a long way away from my mother and it is best that way. If she wants to

live near me she can move to be near me - after all it was her that moved

away and it costs a lot to move. I am not going through all of that hassle,

expense my lovely house and friends to please her. My mother still tries

to make demands and bully me even though all of our contact is on the

phone. I put my phone down and say NO. I am 54 now and have always had to stand

on my own two feet financially and emotionally. I will not allow her to

drain me of either.

There are lots of sub divisions that come off of this. For one thing how

can you trust other people you meet later in life if your own family just

want to mess you around, use you or abuse you? You will forever be unsure of

other people. You also become unsure of yourself because somehow it must

be your fault that your parent tries to treat you this way. Maybe you are

ugly, or unloveable, boring or stupid?

If your own parents do not love you how can a stranger? You try hard to

please people. They then pick up on this and take advantage. IT BECOMES A

VICIOUS CIRCLE.

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Hi Tag:

Your situation is almost identical to mine. I think my nada assumed it up once

when she slapped me across the face and told me " I never wanted you, you were a

mistake. " The BPD nada is incapable of love and affection and caring for

another human being - so yes we are meant to feel that we are just objects or

targets for their venom.

I had a run in with my nada last night and it really hit me that my nada would

feed me to the wolves or push me in front of a bus if it meant saving herself.

Since I was a little girl she has fed me nonstop distorted versions of her

parenting that she was so loving and we kids were the centre of her universe

blah blah blah. I think that is why I have often felt " crazy " for feeling

unloved and unsafe around her.

The thing I am really appreciating about being in this group is that for the

VERY FIRST time in my pretty miserable life, I am not alone and I am not the

crazy one.

Makes me sad but I also am glad you shared this.

Koko

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

>

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Hi Tag

I think it's a break through when you come to a realization-- recently I have

had several. It helps to make sense out of who we are. But with that comes more

hurt and longing for a Mom that we will never have.

I have found it mind boggling how confusing this all can be; trying to make

sense and put it all in neat tidy rows in my head. Maybe Someday.

I'm sorry your mom gave cherrished items away and had to lie about it. That is

very sad. Cruel.

What does my BPD mom think of me....She believes that I am here on this earth to

take care of her emotional needs. I was the daughter who pleased. I went great

lengths trying to make her happy. Of course, nothing will truly make this woman

happy. I am to put her first before anyone else. I am to put her first before

my husband and my children. I used to do that. It has been a " sick tango that we

have danced together. " I had been doing this since birth so it's hard to make

sense of what this was all about. I knew something was not right but just

couldn't really pin point it. My Nada has told me many times, " When you were a

little girl you always wanted to be on my lap, I just had to keep pushing you

off or you would have spent your young years sitting there. " Now that is

sick...it's sick she doesn't see that she was not being a Mommy. She never read

me a book. She couldn't be bothered. She can't give without strings attached. I

would never dare to disagree with her because of her wrath. I always agreed, I

wore what she picked out for me....Prom Dress, Graduation dress etc... Yes, an

extension of her. Thankfully I live far away from her. I have only crossed her

a few times in my life and it was ugly. There are times I find myself slipping

back into those modes of wanting to please. So for now, I'm keeping a distance

so I can heal.

TTH

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

>

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Thank you for this - my hair is standing on end again because I could have

written it (I had the same sitting on the lap thing said to me), but everytime I

come here I get understanding and comfort - I appreciate your thoughts. Hugs to

you.

Tag

> >

> > Hi Everyone

> >

> > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> >

> > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

> >

> > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> >

> > Tag

> >

>

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Hi Koko - thank you for your response. I felt so unsafe, yet I clung to my Mom

because she drilled into me that I had the best mother in the world and she was

all I had. Little did I know I was clinging to the very person who was putting

me in jeopardy every day from her psychological abuse. No - you are not crazy -

I am not crazy. I'm so glad you are here talking things through and finding

support. Thank you again.

Tag

> >

> > Hi Everyone

> >

> > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> >

> > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

> >

> > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> >

> > Tag

> >

>

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This summer when my nada, brother, niece and nephew were visiting I had a very

similar realization. I actually texted one of my good friends something very

similar to this. All of the sudden it occurred to me that my nada never

realized that she was supposed to parent me, set a good example for how to live

life, support my education, help guide my future, etc. I was something that had

to get done. She had to " take care of me " . I was clean and fed and lived in a

sickeningly clean house, but she never saw that it was her responsibility as my

mother to show me how to live a good, happy life. I was lucky that I never

suffered physical abuse or neglect, but she never saw parenting as something

more than a responsibility. She was impatient and constantly irritated by

things that kids just do. I remember hearing all about how I " asked so many

damn questions " as a kid. Because when kids are young it's a natural

developmental thing to ask " why " all of the time. Instead of helping to nurture

my curiosity she killed it and she made me never feel safe asking questions or

expressing my feelings. It's interesting because now I teach young children and

I know I really am a great mom to my little guy.

Every time she visits she makes a comment about what a better mother I am than

she was. Not as a compliment of course. It makes her feel bad about herself

when she sees me doing things w/ my son that she never would have dreamed of.

When she made the comment this summer my 11-year old niece told her that she was

still a mom so she didn't have to give up trying yet. Pretty insightful I

thought:). Of course my nada didn't hear a word of what she said.

I also heard all of the time about how good we had it and my complaints were

never listened to or valued. I remember being told how I always loved dinners

she would make all the time and that I was " wrong " . Every time I'd tell her I

didn't like it and she never listened and told me that I'd always loved it.

Crazy.

It's nice to know that I'm not alone w/ all of these experiences after feeling I

was for so long.

> >

> > Hi Everyone

> >

> > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> >

> > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

> >

> > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> >

> > Tag

> >

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I think what you are describing is what I went through as well, and it is called

" betrayal bonding " , or " trauma bonding " .

It happens when the person who has total and absolute control over the child (to

the point of having the power of life or death over the child) is sometimes

intermittently kind but is mostly very abusive or rejecting/negligent or even

dangerous to the child.

" Betrayal/trauma bonding " is the basis of the " Stockholm Syndrome " and can

happen even to relatively mentally healthy adults. If a person is kidnapped,

isolated, tied up, tortured, and realizes that her captor has total, absolute

power over her (the captive must even ask permission to use the bathroom, etc.);

if the captor has the very real power of life and death over her, and there is

no escape, and the prisoner is captive for longer than just a few hours, and if

her captor is perceived as sometimes being kind (captor provides water and

food), then something inside the captive can snap:

The captive can revert to a child-like emotional state, and begin to bond

intensely with her captor to hopefully elicit a feeling of caring on the part of

the captor, which will hopefully prevent or reduce more incidents of abuse

(including rape) or threats of death.

Military and intelligence personnel get special training in order to endure such

situations as long-term imprisonment and torture and not succumb to that

unconscious survival mechanism, i.e., reverting to a emotionally primitive,

child-like state of utter dependence on and bonding with their captor.

When a parent is abusive and rejecting but sometimes kind, the very small child

goes into survival mode and will bond even more closely and fiercely with her

abusive parent in an unconscious attempt to elicit some spark of caring from the

parent in response; the child will be abjectly grateful for even the smallest

signs of love and caring.

I believe I was trauma-bonded with my nada up until my mid-thirties. Then she

and dad moved away from me. I think its not unlikely that I would probably have

remained enmeshed with them (well, with nada; my dad died about 16 years ago) to

this day if they hadn't moved 2K miles away from me.

-Annie

> > >

> > > Hi Everyone

> > >

> > > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> > >

> > > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and

poignant are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that

after telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out

that my mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished

personal mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she

might have given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the

things had deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my

childhood, she tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the

silence hang in the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something

for the first time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction

and it dawned on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an

accompanying childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and

the look on her face was one of utter bewilderment.

> > >

> > > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> > >

> > > Tag

> > >

> >

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Hi, I'm new here and this is my 1st post. I just wanted you all to know how

much this string of posts is helping me right now. Your words and thoughtful

insights are so familiar to me, it's as if you've grown up with MY mom. I'm

reading all this with tears running down my cheeks as I slowly realize that she

will never be the mom I hoped she could some day be. the difference with my mom

is she sees me as a part of her, but an essential part of her. she clings to me

as if her life depends on it, but she doesn't really see ME and never has. but

she will never leave me as she needs me so much. I will have to be the one to

leave her, and continually fight her off. she's like a parasite, sucking every

ounce of life out of me for her own survival.

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

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Tag, you speak to the heart of it. My mother has always seen me as her sister -

and I would guess maybe older sister at that. I even saw a psychic one time

that confirmed this with no hints from me! When she's feeling reflective and

talking about ways in which she thinks how she was raised damaged her, she'll

talk to me about how " we " were raised and about what " we " weren't taught. In

her mind her grandparents ARE my parents. And in a weird way to reinforce that

whenever my grandparents made gifts of money or in their will I was given and

equal amount as my mother - though I often though they may have done that out of

guilt.

I think it will always hurt to know that I was never seen as a child - just like

you said Tag - not there to be nurtured or protected. That was never her job in

her mind, so that it failed to happen is not her fault...in her mind. HUGS to

us all.

Eliza

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

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Oh my goodness Annie...

More insight. I think this fits me. Trauma bonding.

I was certainly enmeshed. I have wondered why I have this sick need to please

and not be able to stand up to her. Never sharing my own opinion. Keeping

things from her because I know what she will say. Little things like where I

may have purchased a new dress for example. Not wanting to hear, " Well it must

be nice that your hubby lets you shop there. " She makes a lot of statements like

that. Not totally mean but the underlining message is mean. I have not felt

worthy of much.

I'm 45 and I'm just now putting up healthy boundaries. This after 5 years of

researching and understanding and finding my way here.

In Sept. I lost it with her ( needing to focus on my daughter's surgery) and

said some real truths to her but in a very angry way. It was so awful but

necessary. We were yelling back and forth. I have only done this maybe 3 times

in my life. Why has it taken me so long to get the courage to stand up for

myself? Why, when I talk to her on the phone she says one nice thing I cave and

say to myself...it's all okay. Maybe this is all in my head. Because I long

for the loving Mom I need. I get it for a moment and I'm putty. But, it's

usally after she has been drinking her wine.

I'm keeping a distance right now so I can stay strong and not fall back into old

patterns with her.

Thank you for sharing! You have given me more to add to my notes.

Sincerely,

TTH

> > > >

> > > > Hi Everyone

> > > >

> > > > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day

or so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> > > >

> > > > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and

poignant are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that

after telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out

that my mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished

personal mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she

might have given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the

things had deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my

childhood, she tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the

silence hang in the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something

for the first time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction

and it dawned on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an

accompanying childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and

the look on her face was one of utter bewilderment.

> > > >

> > > > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> > > >

> > > > Tag

> > > >

> > >

> >

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Hi and Welcome~

I'm sort of new here too....I have lurked a bit but I have just started posting.

The first time I visited this group I cried too. I was in awe that others had

similar stories as mine. I spent several years trying to make sense out of my

Nada and childhood and how we have been relating and why it felt so terrible.

For the first time I have some clarity. That it's not me that is wrong. My

childhood has affected my confidence as an adult woman.

A parasite is a great analogy. I call my Mom toxic. At times she can be okay

and then I'm sucked back in to her clutches. A roller coaster ride.

> >

> > Hi Everyone

> >

> > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> >

> > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

> >

> > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> >

> > Tag

> >

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(((Tag))) I'm so sorry for the pain you're feeling. It hurts like hell, I know.

She sounds so detached from any feeling of empathy for others.

To answer your question, I think my mother views me as a device. I am a vehicle

for her safety and comfort. She is so fearful, anxious, phobic, and

self-absorbed, that I believe that is how she sees me and my brother.

I wonder at times if she has relationships for the simple joy of relating with

others. She'll say, " oh, if it weren't for Jane, I wouldn't have anyone to talk

to. I only call her every day so I can hear another person's voice. "

it's sad.

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like

I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person?

Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

>

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Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are, but I

do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too long (I

know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is now 89.

I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end, although I

sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so much stress.

This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out at my desk I

was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be on the fence

about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue to suck the

life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away from my Mom

as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact with again.

Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of my life and

continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I have started

to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I realize my life

stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her. I'll start

doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It has helped

me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive understanding

and healing here and I am very grateful.

Hugs to all of you,

Tag

> >

> > Hi Everyone

> >

> > I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or

so. Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe

I've had before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of

my BPD mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her

child. By saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who

she should have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she

treats me like I am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really

realized that she is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with

feelings, let alone her own flesh and blood.

> >

> > The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned

on me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying

childhood was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her

face was one of utter bewilderment.

> >

> > I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel

your BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a

person? Do you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I

can truly capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has

really opened my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to

me - I feel that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for

her anger, her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes

with BPD.

> >

> > Tag

> >

>

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Sad but true, I know exactly how you are feeling!!  My mother only views me as

someone who is out to take everything she has worked so hard for her whole

life.  As a child she referred to me as the devil's spawn because my father was

an abusive alcoholic and now as a grown adult she treats me as a pawn in her

head game for control over my life!!  I didn't realize how much she truley

resented me until about 2 months ago, someone close to me died and there was no

compassion in her actions or words towards me, only true disgust and hatred!

 

Growing up I felt as though I owed her my life because she chose to have me at

such a young age, now I know it was her choice not mine and although I am

thankful to be here I was not the cause nor the reason that her life turned out

the way it did!!

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To: WTOAdultChildren1

Sent: Thursday, November 17, 2011 8:48 AM

Subject: Re: Who / What Am I?

 

(((Tag))) I'm so sorry for the pain you're feeling. It hurts like hell, I know.

She sounds so detached from any feeling of empathy for others.

To answer your question, I think my mother views me as a device. I am a vehicle

for her safety and comfort. She is so fearful, anxious, phobic, and

self-absorbed, that I believe that is how she sees me and my brother.

I wonder at times if she has relationships for the simple joy of relating with

others. She'll say, " oh, if it weren't for Jane, I wouldn't have anyone to talk

to. I only call her every day so I can hear another person's voice. "

it's sad.

>

> Hi Everyone

>

> I wanted to share something I have been thinking about in the last day or so.

Another sad chain of events has led me to a realization I don't believe I've had

before in all my years of trying to understand the twisted behavior of my BPD

mother. The realization is that my mother does not regard me as her child. By

saying this, I mean she truly does not think of me as a daughter who she should

have kept safe, loved and nourished. Many times I have said she treats me like I

am her trashcan, but it wasn't until this week that I really realized that she

is completely incapable of seeing me as a person with feelings, let alone her

own flesh and blood.

>

> The details that make this latest round of ugliness so personal and poignant

are too microscopic to put all of you through, but I will just say that after

telling me that a bunch of stuff was stolen from her house, I found out that my

mother actually gave the items away. Some of them were cherished personal

mementos that belonged to my father and she lied when I asked if she might have

given them to other family members. When I told her that some of the things had

deep personal meaning to me and that I considered them part of my childhood, she

tilted her head and looked at me completely confused. I let the silence hang in

the air and I had this odd feeling that I was seeing something for the first

time. For some reason I was really able to observe her reaction and it dawned on

me that the idea that I might have been a child with an accompanying childhood

was completely lost on her. She just stared at me and the look on her face was

one of utter

bewilderment.

>

> I would be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on how you feel your

BPD parent thinks of you. Do you feel like your parent sees you as a person? Do

you feel like you were ever seen as a child? I don't feel like I can truly

capture what this has meant to me, its just that this moment has really opened

my eyes to why my mother has never shown any genuine kindness to me - I feel

that I have always been more of a thing to her - just a target for her anger,

her bitterness, her guilt, and the unique brand of cruelty that comes with BPD.

>

> Tag

>

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Hugs to you Tagimit...I was amazed to read about your time warp. I too do the

exact same thing. I'll have an upsetting interaction with my nada and bills go

unopened for weeks and basically any other non-urgent essential stuff doesn't

get done too. I am in a similar place as you being past forty and my nada is

only 70 but she's a very old 70 and I'm trying to coordinate things for her from

a distance. It's not going so well give her her complete stubborness. I think

the time for people to go NC and make a clean permanent break without a lot of

guilt (more than the usual) is when the nada is healthy and self-supporting OR

someone else officially has responsibility for them. Yet sometimes it takes

till middle age to finally understand it all and by then they are elderly.

Strength to us all!

Eliza

>

> Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are, but I

do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too long (I

know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is now 89.

I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end, although I

sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so much stress.

This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out at my desk I

was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be on the fence

about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue to suck the

life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away from my Mom

as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact with again.

Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of my life and

continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I have started

to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I realize my life

stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her. I'll start

doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

>

> Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It has

helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

>

> Hugs to all of you,

> Tag

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Tag and Eliza--

I'm 45. It has taken me this long to get a grasp of what I have been dealing

with all these years. Until this group and several books I was so confused. I

have written in journals and talked to professionals trying to make sense.

Just in the past few months the lightbulb has gone off. This group, hearing

what all of you have to say, has been so incredibly confirming and validating. I

wish I could have understood this sooner but better now than later.

I know I'm on the edge of my Mom going into older age. She is almost 70. She

too is an old 70. She looks great! She is slim and has nice skin and her body

is healthy. But, she is old. Helpless. Takes anti anxiety meds mixed with

alcohol at night..starting early drinking her wine in a coffee to go mug with a

straw. She numbs herself every night so she rarely remembers what we talk about

if I talk to her past 5:00 p.m.

I told my Dad....they are not helpless right now so I'm not going to be sucked

into that with her. My Dad does everything so if something should happen to

him, it would be a crazy mess for my sister and I. Mostly for my sister because

she is in town with them but has limited contact. I'm out of town...out of

state and I will probably always be. Because, she is completely helpless when it

comes to me. She is like two people. My sister is indifferent with her. My

sister says it like it is. Somewhat demanding at times. My Mom will give to

her. Helping with their little boy. Going out of her way for a NADA (she has

been terrible to my sister) When it comes to visiting my house--- She wants me

to wait on her. She can't lift a finger to help. Etc...

Eliza....how far are you from your Nada? I feel for you having to deal with her

across the miles.

Tag...I know how it feels to become paralyzed after a visit with Nada. I'm not

sure if I can completely get out. I think of my sister and I don't want to leave

it all on her shoulders. Her in-laws are also there and they have issues. What

is funny..her MIL is friends with our Nada and they are quite a pair. My sister

and I are going to have a real heart to heart to figure this all out.

Thank you for all the insight and support.

> >

> > Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are, but

I do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too long (I

know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is now 89.

I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end, although I

sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so much stress.

This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out at my desk I

was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be on the fence

about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue to suck the

life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away from my Mom

as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact with again.

Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of my life and

continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I have started

to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I realize my life

stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her. I'll start

doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

> >

> > Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It has

helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

> >

> > Hugs to all of you,

> > Tag

>

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Tag,

I feel the same way...and it's true that they don't see us for who WE are.

When I was 24. I took a trip to England to visit a great friend. My mother loves

a certain pottery that is made there and is super expensive here. So, I drove

all over the country...literally...to find the designer warehouse for this

pottery. I found it (before the internet) and bought her 4 pieces that cost me

about $400 total there.

A few years ago when my parents were moving...I noticed the absence of these

cherished pieces. When I asked my mom about it...she told me that she had packed

them already. Lie.

I asked my mom to see them and she couldn't produce them to me.

So then she told me that she had sold them for a grand total of $200 because she

didn't " need " them anymore.

OK, I am a sentimental person...and things mean something to me...but this is

her. Ok. But, I did a lot of legwork and spent my hard-earned money on

these...she could have consulted with me first. I tried to compose myself, but

it really did hurt...and I lost a bit of respect for her over this.

I feel so lonely with this feeling about my mother, even though I know there are

many of us out there...but it's such a personal loss of what everyone else seems

to have effortlessly...the unconditional and " normal " love from a mother.

Amy

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Trying / Eliza / Everyone

This goes beyond the realm of BPD and into the area of eldercare, but I'd like

to offer a few things. My Mom is not wealthy, but I had to get her an attorney

so that she would have her own advocate. I did this to protect myself as much

as to protect her because she was saying I was stealing from her because I do

her bills and checkbook. Doing this helped in appearance somewhat with the rest

of the family, but because my Mom suspects the attorney of things also, it only

went so far. I still think it will help me and my sister when she passes away.

But - the main thing I want to stress is that the time committment for dealing

with an elderly parent (especially one who is a nutjob) is enormous. Every year

since my Dad died I go into unpaid leave by August from taking Mom to

appointments and taking time off to deal household repairs issues, etc. I know

some families are putting " service agreements " into place that allow family

members who take time off of work to be reasonably compensated for what they are

losing in pay, vacation time, and benefits. I know this only works if the

parent has some money to spare, but it basically says - if you do something for

Mom and take a day off work to do it - you get " X " amount of money. Because I

am the bad daughter and my sister is the all good daughter, I am doubtful we

could ever hammer out one of these agreements, but it would help me so much if

we could. Those of you that have reasonable relationships with family members

may want to look into it. I'm putting this out there so those of you with older

parents can think about such issues and begin to learn about them sooner rather

than later because it can be impossible to walk away once they reach a certain

age. There are tons of resources for caregivers online.

I am so glad I posted how I was feeling because everyone's comments and insights

really helped me get through this rough week. I wish all of you the love you

and respect you deserve and the strength to carry on.

Tag

> > >

> > > Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are,

but I do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too

long (I know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is

now 89. I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end,

although I sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so

much stress. This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out

at my desk I was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be

on the fence about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue

to suck the life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away

from my Mom as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact

with again. Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of

my life and continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I

have started to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I

realize my life stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her.

I'll start doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

> > >

> > > Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It has

helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

> > >

> > > Hugs to all of you,

> > > Tag

> >

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That is very good advice Tag, thanks for sharing it.

My Sister is on the " front lines " in being there physically to oversee our

nada's care needs, such as taking nada to doctor's appointments, although nada

is in a nice residential care home with an Alzheimer's wing and is supervised

24-7, you are correct: there are still care-giving things that need to be done

for her. I told my Sister that I hope she is compensating herself adequately

for her time and gasoline when she takes time to go tend to our nada's care,

that I think Sister deserves this. (Sister now has our nada's power of

attourney, takes care of nada's finances, etc.) Our nada is by no means rich but

she and dad were good with money and prepared for the need for long-term care a

long time ago. That's one thing I am grateful to nada for taking care of in a

responsible, adult way.

And yes, as parents age and if dementia sets in, its likely that a nada will

become even more paranoid and difficult than her " bpd normal " has been; at least

that's been the case with my nada.

My Sister is a saint.

-Annie

> > > >

> > > > Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are,

but I do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too

long (I know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is

now 89. I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end,

although I sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so

much stress. This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out

at my desk I was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be

on the fence about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue

to suck the life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away

from my Mom as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact

with again. Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of

my life and continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I

have started to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I

realize my life stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her.

I'll start doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

> > > >

> > > > Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It

has helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

> > > >

> > > > Hugs to all of you,

> > > > Tag

> > >

> >

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Tryingtoheal, I feel for you with your nada situation too. That helpless act

she puts on once she's around you does (and will) make it harder to know her

real capacities. I'm beginning to suspect that my nada has been misleading me

in a similar way. She recently got diagnosed with very mild diabetes and her

doctor insisted she take a this class which required three sessions in a week

each three hours. Now if I was to believe what she's presented to me for a few

years now about her ability to handle being around strangers or even to sit up

for very long, this class would have been *impossible* for her to do. Guess

what....she did it, and she didn't sound like it wiped her health out at all.

So now I wonder has she been straight up lying to me about all the stuff she

can't do?

So anyway...from a distance it's hard for me to judge the truth but even when I

visit in person she walks with the speed and gait of Tim Conway's old man

character (anybody remember that?) So now I wonder what's real? On top of the

emotional instability with BPD even worse to me is their manipulations and

willingness to straight up lie. And when it comes to elder care the moral

stakes get so high. I think they also know that they've finally got an

incredible edge on using FOG with old age and that all witnesses who don't know

about them will think the KO is the bad guy if they set limits.

I'm glad that your father is still alive and taking care of things - AND that

you have a supportive sibling. Still a nada in old age is a scary thing no

matter what . The daily drinking sounds pretty scary - is it possible she's an

alcoholic? I've read it can be a real problem for the elderly even if it wasn't

when they were younger. Wishing you lots of strength.

Eliza

> > >

> > > Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are,

but I do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too

long (I know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is

now 89. I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end,

although I sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so

much stress. This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out

at my desk I was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be

on the fence about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue

to suck the life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away

from my Mom as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact

with again. Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of

my life and continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I

have started to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I

realize my life stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her.

I'll start doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

> > >

> > > Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It has

helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

> > >

> > > Hugs to all of you,

> > > Tag

> >

>

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Thank you for sharing, Tag...very helpful information. Good and useful

information for the future.

My Nada's--Nada (She is the same...both from the same mold) is 98 years old so

there is longevity there. I see my Aunt running herself into the ground

carrying for my BPD Grandma (my Aunt and I talked about this years ago...both

coming to this realization on our own--interesting.) She could use an attorney.

There is anger between the 5 siblings (aunts and uncle). I will have to do

things differently to keep my health and sanity.

My sister and I have only touched a little on BPD. My sister was the

no-good-daughter. I have compassion for her. She doesn't understand why I gave

so much. We will talk about all of this in the future. We were not close growing

up. I'm sure because I was the do-good....favored and Nada would talk bad about

my sister and still does. I feel terrible about that. So guilty.

Anyway...thank you!

> > > >

> > > > Hello and welcome - so glad you found us. I don't know how old you are,

but I do want to share with you that I am 49 years old and I have waited too

long (I know it's still my choice) to break off contact with my mother. She is

now 89. I have made a commitment to myself to see her through to the end,

although I sometimes feel like I will die before her because she causes me so

much stress. This last go round had me feeling like I was going to stroke out

at my desk I was so upset. So I would just say to you and others who might be

on the fence about going no contact - it doesn't get better and they do continue

to suck the life out of you. If I had it to do over, I would have broken away

from my Mom as soon as I got married in my twenties and never had any contact

with again. Being in a relationship with her has held me back in all areas of

my life and continues to steal days away from me. There have been times when I

have started to come back to life after she has dug her claws into me and I

realize my life stops for several weeks after one of these ugly messes with her.

I'll start doing some cleaning or filing some papers and it's like looking at an

archeological dig where you can see the time when you got the rug pulled out

from under you, you see mail that didn't get opened, things that didn't get

done, and you realize you went into some time warp. I know it's hard to hear

and even harder to do, but if I can save one person the time and heartache, I'd

just say - get out while you can.

> > > >

> > > > Thank you to everyone who responded and contributed to this post. It

has helped me so so much during a very difficult time. As usual - I receive

understanding and healing here and I am very grateful.

> > > >

> > > > Hugs to all of you,

> > > > Tag

> > >

> >

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