If you are new coming in this group has been the best for help. No judgement and lets you rant, scream and cry. And let it all out.
I know I still have a long ways to go. But if it wasn’t for this group I think I would had met daddy a long time ago.
I know everyone says it the disease. (Speaking in my case) I think it just enhanced what was already there. No one wants to believe a parent can be that cruel. And I suppressed many and I mean many memories that are now just coming to light.
I went through many years of therapy for myself. Now to relive new aspects that I had suppressed makes it easier to be made aware. Yet hard because I wished they would had stayed hidden.
It’s not that I don’t love my mom I just, well yeah. She’s everything I hate and fight against. For example I see how she treated everyone equally in the family. But me. It was always, you’re the strong one, you don’t need our help. We can’t leave others out they might feel sad. You don’t have a right to feel sad.
I can’t have one good day in my life without her trying to ruin it or make it about her. It’s not just recently but my entire life. Living in Groundhog Day over and over. And over.
It’s tough helping a loved one. It’s tougher when other siblings, friends and family can’t be bothered.
I’m saying this because you are not alone. I thought I was. My entire life was, “I’ve never heard of that. It’s just you. Toughen up. Just leave.” And the list goes on.
The one who told me treat her like a toddler, it helped. For a bit. The ones who told me I’m not alone. I wept with relief. The stress isn’t lighter but more tolerable. As sad as that sounds.
I can’t thank you enough for the words of encouragement. I’m just taking it one day at a time.
And in a way I’m gonna do what my sibling is doing. Just sit back and wait and not lift a finger.
Oh I remember when the last time someone tried to intervene and she was questioned she said, “my daughter is living with me so I’m not alone.” And that got whoever questioned off her back because they believed I was her caregiver. She uses me when it’s convenient. But she still plays the widow card. I don’t blame her don’t get me wrong. But she hated daddy and he had done everything.