The hardest thing I have been struggling with these past few days, and Iâm yapping about here because my therapist ghosted me this week.
I donât know how to process the fact that my mother doesnât seem to genuinely hear anything I say or be self aware in any capacity.
Itâs always been tricky for me because sheâs not really a narcissistic parent. Sheâs not a parent who refuses to apologize or even actively guilt trips. But she is an incredibly emotionally immature parent. And probably neuro divergent but reluctant to ever acknowledge or cope in any healthy way.
She self sacrifices and doesnât exactly guilt me for it. She says a lot of the ârightâ things but her actions donât add up. She hates herself and canât even recognize it and thus will be in denial about the reality of that self hatred in a way that makes repair impossible.
But at the end of the day, she still canât see me. She still canât actually grasp the impact of her behavior, the way she doesnât see me. The way she lashes out and parentifies me. She cannot understand cause and effect. Even if she can understand how behavior in the past has deeply hurt me and apologizes itâs like she cannot take that knowledge extrapolate and infer how that presents today.
Itâs like each incident of behavior is a new one. And she will fully have gaps in memory. At times I will ask her what did I just say, and not only will she not remember, say the wrong thing, but then she will deny that it happened. She will forget whole conversations and then act like itâs such a big deal to ask her to remember âevery little detailâ.
And when I bring up to her the aspect that oh sheâs a pessimistic person, she complains all the time, and how her negative skew of things makes her completely oblivious to any progress I make or any thing that I contribute sheâs all surprise Pikachu face.
But she never asks why is there discrepancy between my self perception and how I am read in the world. She never asks questions about herself. And you gotta fight her to get her to recognize. If she acknowledges shes co-dependent after years of telling her and giving her resources she never checks out. And I mention it later sheâll be like âyou think Iâm still codependent?â As a genuine question.
LIKE GIRL. AT WHAT POINT DID YOU DO THE WORK TO FIX IT OR LEARN ABOUT IT. Like what was your thought process to get from point A to B. And itâs like she HAS no thought process. She lives in a world of magical thinking 24/7 and any attempt to bring it ups results in a shame shutdown where sheâll show remorse. And she doesnât say it aloud unless backed in a corner but she will internalize it as âwow Iâm fucked upâ.
Then itâs like none of that happens it gets suppressed until the next incident. And I justâŚI canât. She will never understand how much heartbreak exists in keeping trying over and over to meet her where sheâs at, and not only to go unrecognized, but be actively fought on it, then blamed or treated like Iâm rude and uncaring when Iâm burnt out. To be treated like Iâm asking for too much.
When I have to put up more boundaries etc. she acts like sheâs doing it for me. Like no bitch Iâm protecting myself from you because you choose ignorance over and over again. And she has too much pride and self preservation I guess to admit her limitations. The denial about her own limitations coupled with the chronic lack of action means heartbreak over and over.
And her inability to connect the dots means she will never see conflict as a continuation or consequence of prolonged behavior. She will never internalize it in a constructive way. If you bring anything up you just demotivate her and trigger the shut down and forget. If you donât say anything youâre either betraying yourself or getting blamed.
And it hurts. It fucking hurts. Because I donât know how to stop trying to fix things. I donât know how to not be impacted by her comments and behavior. I donât know how to not be bothered when Iâm angry and want nothing to do with her. I can get so angry even her presence makes me want to break something.
And to her itâs out of nowhere, for no reason. Itâs âI donât treat you like thatâ youâre right you donât because you just do the silent kind of disrespect. You do the neglectful kind of disrespect. The one that silently kills. And I feel crazy or like an abuser when I want to say something like: every problem you have between us is your fault before it is mine.
Because itâs like you canât be nuanced with her. Any form of nuance is a way for her to delude herself into thinking something doesnât apply to her. Because itâs like some way or another it is her fault. That the reason I am snappy, donât want to hear her run her mouth, am short with her etc. is because she has repeatedly refused to get help. That she has continued to break my heart over and over. That she has continued to neglect me. And blame me. Continued to take me for granted and the invisible emotional labor I put into keeping us even functional while also trying to heal while also trying to move forward in my life.
And when I do try to be nicer because my inner child is sad and misses their mom, she takes that to mean everything is okay. She has no concern for how heart breaking it is to have to cut that part of yourself off. To guard it. She only thinks about how that cold behavior hurts her. She so self involved even if sheâs outwardly selfless to a fault. And she will never see how much pain that causes.
I donât know how to untangle from that. How do I accept help or kindness from her that I may need to survive and not pull myself into this dynamic. I hate it so much. I hate that she will never see me. And I hate getting nuggets of hope. I hate broken promises. I hate that the most.
Maybe Iâm jaded but it feels so selfish to keep making broken promises because all it does is soothe her shame. I donât care how genuine she may be in the moment. Itâs its own twisted kind of cruelty. Theres a unique (not worse) kind of pain in harm done from neglect and lack of thought.
Sometimes a part of me may think I almost wish youâd intentionally hurt me. At least I could feel justified in my anger. Itâs the back and forth. The lack of thought. The lack of action coupled with the self hate she exhibited but refuses to see. What am I supposed to do with that. How am I supposed to react to that. I *wish* sheâd grow a back bone. I wish sheâd take her own healing seriously. Because she puts that responsibility on me.
Iâm so angry and bitter. And itâs destroying my life. This anger and bitterness is poisoning me from the inside. I donât even want to feel justified in it anymore I just want it to be done.