I'm not even sure how to ask this question...Just like a lot of us, I grew up with a childhood I wouldn't want to re-do...any way fast forward 60 years ( ugh) I finally figured out I wasn't alone, there are tons of us out there dealing with horrid situations of a nasty, miserable to the core mother.
If you read a lot of the threads we are in our late 40's, most of us are 60! Seems like there is an entire generation of us who are dealing with the ramifications of angry hateful spiteful mothers. Was it in the water? WW2 issues, they all can't be born with dementia!? Were they born with mental illness? Was this a social environment learned behavior? How did this happen?
When/where or why did narcissism become a way of life back then? How was it ok?
That pretty much set the stage for the rest of it, don't even ask about teenager time. I couldn't go to college, I was gonna get knocked up and waste the money. Then I met and married the " drunk, the loser"- we are married 40 yrs. He has bad legs, thusly "the drunk" walk and the loser twist. I then had 2 kids- should have had only one-"SHE is just like her father", my son walks on water in her eyes. So ya, ok, by now you get where I am going...but where did this generation of parent come from? Why did the men stay?
Back then is very difficult to say something negative about a mother. The 50, 60 and 70s was the era of mother worship....whether or not they deserved it.
Even colleges discriminated against women by refusing to admit them to medical schools or in majors with career paths considered better suited for men.
So a lot of parents felt it was okay to deny their daughters an education.
That no longer happens to women. Women are expected to go to college, today and if a parent is capable of paying for all their children, but refuses to pay for a daughter, it is considered abuse, today.
Also, today, if a mother emotionally and verbally abuses a child or refuses to pay for college for a daughter while paying for sons, they may get a visit from child protective services, if the child complains to a school counselor.
I recently saw a women here posting that she would haunt her children, if they did not abide by her wishes, regarding a particular situation.
I do not know how old she was, but I do know that recently at my daughter's school a 12 year old complained that her mother was always threatened to haunt the child, when she died, if the daughter did not abide by the mother's controlling wishes.
The child complained to a school counselor and soon the mother had a visit from protective services.
They informed this woman that threatening to haunt a child is frightening to the child.
Child protective services informed this terrible mother that Haunting is meant to terrorize and make someone feel unsafe, they said. It is also a method of controlling the child.
All of the above acts, today are considered child abuse, thus this woman was informed, by child protective services, that here behavior was not considered good mothering and was abusive.
As for me, why on earth any mother would want to make their child feel unsafe or insecure is beyond me.
However in the WW2 generation controlling one's children by frightening them was considered okay.
Therefore, I think a lot of WW2 generation mothers were given carte blanche to be abusive and controlling and they still remain so.
If you have one of those mothers, I am sending hugs your way, and if you feel the need to walk away from the abuse, you will be doing nothing wrong.
In fact today many psychologists suggest that a daughter cut ties to a continually abusive mother.
What really makes me sad, though, is that some younger women, who had Narcissistic mothers, have not learned anything by living with an abuser. Instead, they also similarly abuse their own children.
The up side is that today, it is not as easy to get away with it.
Then there was Dr Spock. Mothers were taught to put their children on a strict schedule and ignore their children when they [their children] were crying.
She never worked outside the home and dad gave in to her every whim. She was always so critical of me, an my immediate family but it's hard to take when I am bending over to take care of her.
I balance her, work, being a wife and mother. My brothers come by once in a while to visit but they can do no wrong.
At one point, she got so mad that I didn't bring her her meds in a medicine cup, that she yelled that she hated me and always did and that she had never wanted to get pregnant in the first place. It was all my dad's fault I was here.
Yikes! talk about no filter! I do realize that's it's the mental damage but it still hurts when I'm like the 24/7 slave.
Only cares about her needs. Period. It's funny that she is the mean one but I feel guilty for even complaining about the bad treatment of me. I fight off depression daily.
You CAN do this! I did! Both are passed now,.. After they go,..
you'll see it wasn't all in vain... Hard to see it now,.. but continue to serve and
be as understanding as one possibly can... time is shorter than it may seem now.
My heart goes out to you both ,I but you were the the best mom's in the world! 💔
Her Mother was a weekend alcoholic. She would have to go looking for her on the bar strip, get her home, clean her up and in bed before Dad got off his late night bus driving shift. If Grandma was drunk, the house wasn't clean, meals cooked Mom got the razor strap. She was the whipping post for all the wrongs. She suffers from depression and was OCD before anyone knew what that was. She made sure all 3 of us girls knew how to cook, bake, clean house, laundry etc to take care of Dad and our brother should anything happen to her. We had a wonderful childhood because she put everyone before herself. She would hold money away so we hand 3 new dresses each school year, birthday presents and Christmas. She went to work to pay for my braces and eye glasses and great vacations to Disneyland. The depression came out when Dad left her after 38 yrs of marriage. She never felt she was important. She retired as a Bank Officer over Commercial credit files. She was forced to retire. That was her life especially after Dad left her. I was always trying to prove I was as good as my siblings, but I was never noticed or good enough. I learned that I have suffered from depression since the 3rd grade and didn't know that was the issue. I became my Mother. I get to the point with things if they're not done like I want them, things like loading the dishwasher. I'll even rearrange friends dishwashers so dishes will be washed more efficiently and not have to be washed again. I cleaned a friend's corningware by hand, scrubbed with Comet and scraped with a tooth pick. She said it looked like it came out of the box. Always return items better than borrowed...MOM!!. I was the 1 who had to help take the wax off the floor and polish after the new layer was done. I couldn't go to college to become a teacher because Dad said women only go to get their MRS degree. I was the only 1 who had the desire to go out of their 4 kids. I married a wonderful man and have the BEST daughter and their best grandchild because I raised her the same way Mom did us, but she can't cook. She went to college and became an RN while her cousins did drugs, have different baby daddies. My brother had 2 great sons, but he is now having problems with them as adults, no drugs etc just not being adults. He has a granddaughter he/wife haven't seen in 4 yrs. My husband came from a very wealthy Jewish family, he lived your life. Had everything money could buy, housekeeper, but that didn't matter.
My Mom couldn't understand why she had 2 who were problems when they hit teen years and 2 who lived up to expectations. I told her she could only raise us, teach us but once we could use our own brains and live our lives, she no longer had control.
I AM MY MOTHER AND I KNOW IT. I see her every morning when I look in the mirror, but I have a good marriage, we've had ups/downs, but nothing like my sisters. Mom always trusted me, told me I had always been her favorite. I am now taking care of her because she had trust in me. No matter how many times she spanked/grounded me she's the best Mom I could ever have had and I thank God everyday. She was our rock and the glue. We failed her. I'm sorry you didn't have a life that you can look back and see happiness.
So I can imagine how few outlets women had 30 years before that.
Besides, my Dad was not a better parent than Mom. He was perpetually annoyed and angry. ANY question we asked, whether it was "Dad will you help me with my homework?" or "do you know what time it is?" the answer was always the same. He'd repeat the question back with a tone that suggested it was the dumbest and most annoying question ANYone had ever asked. We never got an answer, so sometime in the first grade, I just quit asking. In fact, I quit talking altogether since anything I said was an imposition on my parents.
I tried telling Mom about my day at school a few times when she picked me up, but got no response from her.... not even a nod or a "that's nice." She made NO attempt to sound interested. Eventually, I quit talking to all adults, and then to people in general. It started a cycle of social ineptness followed by backlash, then more withdrawal, and more backlash.
Mom's room was adjacent to mine, so, on Saturdays, I had to listen to her complain to her friends on the phone for hours about what an imposition we were and how she couldn't wait for us to grow up and leave.
Both my parents are narcissists. They don't even consider each other, much less anyone else.
They're also both compulsive liars. They lie about things they don't even need to lie about. It's habit.
And denial is how they handle all problems.
Mom despised me growing up because I would sometimes call out their lies and inconsistencies. They made so many rules for me to follow, all with threats of punishment both now and eternally if I didn't follow their rules. It was crazy-making to see them, and other adults, breaking their own rules daily.
My brother would always go along with their lies and pretended to go along with the rules, saying "Yessir" and "yes, ma'am" to everyone, then doing whatever he wanted. Adults thought he was great til they got to know him. He and Mom seemed to have a pact: "cover for my lies, and I'll cover for yours" so she favored him and still does. He was constantly making poor choices: vandalizing property, stealing, cheating at school, and Mom would lie for him. He tried to pin things on me sometimes, and no adults ever protected me from him so I spent much of my childhood hiding in the attic or in a little brick house I built in the back yard where i could read books or talk to the animals.
By the time I got to age 10, I had pulled out most of my hair.
Then my brother shot me in the leg and claimed it wasn't on purpose even though he had pointed the pistol right at me. At age 12, he blinded me in my right eye, which I spent thousands of dollars on during my adult life, trying to see.
What saved me from my family was the book "I"m OK; You're OK" and then books by Leo Buscaglia and Wayne Dyer.
Now, my brother is 63 and addicted to pain pills and nicotine, as is his wife. They fight constantly.
I didn't take on any addictions, and put myself through college. So, even though Mom still favors my brother, the rest of society now likes ME better.
I know nothing about Mom or Dad's upbringing but what I do know is that conditioning is VERY hard to overcome. We ARE our parents in so many ways, and they are THEIR parents.
I had a tough growing up, but not nearly tough as yours must have been.
Disfunctional parents can make us feel insane sometimes. The childhood abuse is so hard to overcome. But it sounds as if you have overcome and are the winner. In a sad sort of way. If you are like me, you wish for a loving family. But we all endure.
May you enjoy each day, knowing the sun and clouds, moon and stars, are up there to instill wonder in (y)our hearts..
Even now many people refuse to open themselves up to the possibility of seeing a therapist to sort out issues originated in their past that may be negatively impacting their current lives, now imagine 30, 40 years ago! People were not really familiarized with terms such as bipolar or narcissistic syndrome, ocd, anxiety, dementia, etc. People didn’t even know about self help books that address dysfunctional behavior and toxic relationships with relatives or with others.
I am by no means implying that therapy and books are the panacea for all, far from it. What I’m saying is that there used to be a significant widespread ignorance when it comes to emotional and psychological health.
I think people used to deal with the same situations we deal right now as caregivers, taking care of difficult parents, burnout, etc., yet they just took it as it was and dealt with it. There was no website such as this one where we all can communicate and share experiences, making each other aware that we are not alone and that there are MANY of us dealing with similar situations. Actually before I joined this site and started to get informed online I had no idea that, for example, there was a huge “wave” of children caring for narcissistic parents.
I’m certain that we all carry emotional and psychological baggage from our childhood and young adult years. Being aware and conscious of that is key so we are also aware of what we need to work on in order to have healthier relationships and interactions with others. In the past people had very limited access to what now we have abundance of.
I know for experience that it is it is extremely important to be able to recognize behaviors that originated in some kind of illness, such as depression, dementia or even Alzheimer’s, instead of blaming the person exhibiting the behaviors and resenting them.
Lastly and sadly, I don’t think we are “done” with a generation with extreme mental and behavioral issues, I believe WE have all the potential to be the next ones! :( Remember we are not exempt from dementia or any other ailments, and we don’t know how we will deal with the generalized decay that comes with aging. All we can do is prepare ourselves better for those not so golden years, and, since we have more awareness, start working on our own psychological issues now, so hopefully when we get to our later years we won’t be a such a puzzling burden for someone that might be the next one wondering how did they end up with such a messed up generation of loved ones to care for!
I know how you feel about you MIL. My husband is Jewish (if you have Amazon Prime....watch the Marvelous Mrs Meizel) and I'm not. Never had an issue with Nanny or Gramps, LOVED THEM. Nanny went to Julliard and should have been a concert pianist. She and her sister were always dressed to the 9s, but Nanny could tell you hilarious "blue" jokes without changing from prim/proper to Mrs Meizel. Her sister would be SHOCKED and always would say "Phoebe, how could you"?
If any of you grew up in the Detroit MI area had know or heard of Weinkleman's, that's my husband's family (great-Aunt/Uncle).
Things started out great with MIL, but turned about 5 years into our marriage. My husband does not mince words. I told him I couldn't handle his Mother's treatment any longer so he could go to her house for High Holy days etc without me. My husband told his Mother and everybody else in the family where they could place their opinions/treatment of me. That I most likely know more about Jewish history/faith than any of them. That I'm his wife and they will treat me as such or he will no longer be part of the family.
Guess who everyone turned to when MIL was sick with liver cancer, 3 guesses and 2 don't count. I was at the hospital everyday or called her when I could not be there. I took over the RN's duties when MIL was at the point we knew it could be any moment. I talked with her the entire time, none of her family would touch her. Why are you talking to her? I was raised Pentecostal and was doing what we always did with the I'll and dying. When I knew it was time for her to go to her family, I told everyone to say their goodbyes. I stayed behind, talked with her about things and then told her it was ok to leave and go to her Mom, Dad, brother and sister. She passed not too long afterward. My step-sister in law, our daughter came back into the room. The men (customary for oldest son to make arrangements) went to the funeral home. My SIL told me it was time to leave...NOPE. I will stay until she is taken to funeral home. She was shocked daughter was holding her Grandmother's hand (don't touch the dead, hence the purpose of shroud). Daughter told her that she was going to hold her hand until she's taken away. SIL was more than shocked. I called my Mom and she came to sit with us too.
In the end and thanks to my husband, my MIL was very accepting of me and life ended with us being friends.
Let your husband know that you will be driving in a separate car. Give everybody else holiday greetings and MIL.
GI've your husband a nod, get your purse and coat, excuse yourself and lie if you need to do so.
Walk out and go home, to a friend or your own family to celebrate. There is nothing written in stone that you HAVE TO stay with anyone you don't feel comfortable with or know they don't want you around.
Our daughter had a somewhat similar situation only hers was being back home (we've lived out of State for 20 yrs now) and is an RN. She would let Mom know that she was on call so what are the holiday plans (she had to be within 15 minutes of the hospital). Mom would tell her, she'd let the charge nurse know, get everything arranged.
THEN SHE WOULD GET THE DREADED CALL. The time has changed because one of the 2 cousins had time issues with the baby daddies. Or, we're celebrating tomorrow because...... She rarely had holidays with the family because she was on call or working.
Aafter she finally got her 10 years in with the County for her retirement, she decided to move to be near Mom/Dad. We may not celebrate Thanksgiving on the actual day or Christmas because we celebrate accordingly to her schedule. Daddy even changes his vacation days to do this.
Sure, we'd like to be with family but daughter is more important. It's just the 3 of us, but we have so much fun playing stupid games, watching college football, she/daddy drinking wine. We enjoy each other and screw my family who I would go all out like Mom would when we were kids to make the holiday memorable for everyone. Formal dinner with best china, crystal and flatware. Plate chargers, sparkling juice (have alcoholics in family), kids table. Looked like Norman Rockwell. Made them play games before dinner and after while I cleaned the kitchen. No presents were opened until I made hot white chocolate milk. 1 gift was opened at a time so we could all enjoy the look on the receiver's face, laugh or whatever. Yes, the kids had to wait too and were generally last so they would learn proper manners and then have all the fun they wanted while adults talked, laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
My family would ask me to have all the holidays at our house because they would have so much fun. If there was a squabble happening with someone and they refused to come, fine that's their choice. No harm, no foul.
I would always ask that if they had a friend or co-worker who did not have family, to invite them to our holiday. I would always have a gift for them too. Mom always did this and I took that mantle from her.
You've put up with this for so many years, give yourself a rest if your husband won't help the situation. Just do the proper thing and then excuse yourself, go home, take aspirin, go to bed and relax. If your husband says anything, tell him that this is the way you are handling the issue(s) UNTIL he stands up and goes to bat for you.
Similar excuses include: They're just old. That's just how they are. Just ignore it. They probably don't mean it. They're from a different era. Oh well, can't change them!
Nope nope nope. I can't make people change but am not about to sit there and take the abuse/bad behavior for fear of upsetting them. They have no problem upsetting others!
And Yes all 4 of us from the Same, Mother,& Father.
We all had a very ,
Strong, Relation Ship, which we all had a ,
Very Good Childhood,
No Regrets, and Could Not Ask for any thing to be different. Good Structure,
& Well Cared for in a Loving & Respeted ( Each Other ) Family. As was Our, 2 Daughters.&There Children.
Could't Be Happier.
It's wonderful that you had great parents. So?
So perhaps its not that it's new, per se. I think we are just talking about it more and doing so we are realizing we are not so alone in this. Perhaps all of that repressed rage, anger and depression has been passed down from parents to children over numerous generous and none of us knew it because no one ever talked about it.
Yours was one I read. I only read the subject, “Does anyone have any idea how so many of us wound up with difficult moms? What the hell happened?”
without skipping a beat she said “They had kids “.
note. She has no children but helped raise 13 nieces and nephews.
They had kids, whether or not they wanted them. Then they resented them.
They had the children to be their old-age security net, rather than planning for their own old age.
People should have children only for the pure joy of raising a child.
If they have them because they expect a big return in the end, then they should not have them, and if their unrealistic expectations are not filled, they got what they deserved.
There was no thought or consideration for the long haul.
Hence, the ugly attitudes towards their children.
I remember when I was 8 years old my mom told me, yet again, that I should never have been born, I looked her right in her face and said I never asked to be here and if I had a choice it wouldn't have been you.
That has always been our relationship and at this point, probably will always be our relationship.
I had 2 older brothers that were the cats meow. So, I am completely good on giving her the one surviving sons phone number. Yea, I'm the only one that has talked to her for the last 20 years, I refuse to be like her. I love her and will help her but I will never be able to give her a place in my home. She is dangerous toxic and I have to be careful with her all the time. Sad, but it is what it is.
I think women deprive themselves of what could be wonderful relationships by being jealous, resentful and hateful to their children.
One time, when she was in one of her borderline rages, she told me to get out...out of my own home!
I made it my mantra since I was a little girl not to be like her.
Now, It's taking all I got to be loving and not get depressed while my brothers continue their lives as usual.
That woman was my mother. That woman is gradually, slowly becoming me. There was a time when our younger parents had no pain. Does anyone really want to age? Sure, teens do, but then reach age 40 & want to reverse the aging clock. This lady " what the heck happened?"-she aged.
I think she also was jealous because my dad loved me. That was my Aunt's take on it anyway. As mom told me once, she never cared about me. She didn't care if I needed anything. She just didn't care. By the way, she would tell me that she only took care of me until my dad got home from work, then he took care of me. My little brother was the golden child. He was a boy and the baby.
I was raised to believe I had no rights. After a lot of therapy, I asked her about it. She said she was trying to teach me that so I could survive. I guess that showed her raising.
As an adult, I was a mess. I wasn't a good mother. What haunted me then and still does to this day is, I knew I wasn't a good mother but I didn't know what to do about it. I would have committed suicide but I knew my children would go to my mother and I couldn't let that happen. This was in the 1960s - 1970's when therapy wasn't as accepted as it is now. I had PMS very bad, again not recognized then, I had to fight suicide every month. I also belonged to a church that did not believe in therapy. Finally, in 1982. I got brave, told my daughters I wanted to break the chain of abuse. I started the long journey, took over 6 years and 3 therapists. I still struggle with my feelings of worthlessness. Since I am 84 I guess I will to my grave.
It is hard when from babyhood you are told you are ugly, "You can't help being ugly but you don't have to have your picture taken". "Your skin has too large of pores, everyone looking at you knows you are just white trash and will never amount to anything". "You are ugly and will just have to develop a good personality". Everything I tried to do was met with "That is OK, but ........."
I did take care of her until her death. I promised my dad I would because my brother wouldn't have anything to do with her. However, I couldn't stand for her to touch me. After therapy, I finally could touch her once in a while, but I never could stand for her to touch me. It is a good thing she could take care of her own physical needs, because I would never have been able to touch her to do it.
My mom didn't outright tell me that she didn't care about my needs or feelings, but her actions showed it. My grandmother treated her much the same as your grandmother treated hers (disliked because she was the only girl, and girls were not valued). It was a cycle of dysfunction passed on from my grandmother to my mom, and then to my sister and I. Mom endured a lot and ended up personality disordered with a lot of narcissistic tendencies. Then I too struggled with being a mom to my oldest kids, and made a lot of mistakes. I realized how I too was dysfunctional and a mess and sought therapy to learn how to be a better mom and break those patterns. Still a work in progress.
I believe when we don't have a frame of reference for what is healthy, we just muddle through and we get a lot of things wrong, but once we're able to finally break free and start learning healthier habits and ways of relating, our past can both make us stronger and help others.
I try to give my mom grace too (sometimes easier said than done, but I try) and remember that she's dealt with a lot herself that she's never gotten help for. That still doesn't keep me from wanting to pull my hair out when I'm with her a lot of the time though!
1. "You were an accident."
2. "You were a lot of trouble to raise, and I had no help."
3. "Men aren't attracted to you."
4. "You had no business having children."
About 20 years ago, I overheard Mom tell her friend I was (her) competition for Dad's affection. She ridiculed me and my choice of friends, diminished my accomplishments, and when she wasn't ridiculing my boyfriends she was flirting with them.
I didn't "get it" as a teenager, but now I do. Mom was threatened by me and especially jealous of the mutual affection I shared with my dad. Had it not been for my dad, I wouldn't have known what love is. I wish as a teenager I'd understood this; that the problem wasn't with me but the woman who gave birth to me. She had to tear me down to feel better about herself.
The fallout was pretty bad. I thought I was worthless. Ugly. Stupid. A social nitwit. So I spent my life making poor choices because I thought I didn't deserve any better, engaged in self-sabotage, turned my anger in on myself: a perfect recipe for chronic depression and anxiety. I will own my poor choices. I made a bunch of 'em. But I 'll always wonder how different life would have been if I'd believed in myself, or thought myself worthy of love rather than contempt and abuse.
People aren't perfect. Parents make mistakes. I get that. Still, I wish I'd had a mother who didn't resent me, who didn't emotionally abuse me and try to destroy my relationships with others. You know, a mother who actually loved and raised me, instead of leaving me to myself to raise. Every Mother's Day is hell.
So I just want to say, I truly don't know what circumstances mold women into creatures who can't love their daughters.
Llamalover47
Was your mom an alcoholic? Mine was a Narcissist and a drunk. She beat and emotionally abused me until she was to demented to carry on.
My sister is also a Narcissist, but with different characteristics. I didn’t realize my mom was one until I was reading about how to deal with my sister.
Now I know why they fought like they did. They BOTH knew everything, never accountable for what they destroyed or for their actions. And they were ALWAYS RIGHT... even if you could prove them wrong.
I am Bi Polar. The PERFECT TARGET for the Narcissist. I was the weak one and they could break me down in an instant. And they did.
After around 30 or 35 YEARS of therapy, I get it. I can’t do anything about it. They will never seek help or admit faults. They take credit when it isn’t due, they are perfect...
Mom is gone. When her estate is closed, I have decided to walk away from my sister. If she weren’t family, I would have never chosen her for a friend or to be in my life.
Just curious, did both your parents drink? Were they physically abusive to each other? To you and your siblings?My dad drank too but wasn’t physically or emotionally abusive. He defended himself from her attacks. My sister was the first born. She saw more than I did. But like you said, a lot of us suffered through childhood with Narcissism.
I wonder if there is a connection with Narcissism and Dementia. There sure are a lot of posts from adult children regarding both issues and mostly with moms.
I will ask my therapist. Maybe we can shed some light on it.
In your case, walk away from your narc sister. I wonder if my sister saw me that way? It was always us against the world my narc mom was busy taking care of herself.