AppleblossomSenior Contributor
Shame
This might just be the flip side of my thread on MadPride, but I felt motivated to start new thread on reading @Neb's post. I have felt many conflicting feelings about myself and my family. As one would in a complicated situation. It has taken a while to tease issues out and sort things in my mind. I feel I am getting there.
A few years ago someone said to me in an amazed voice you "sound proud that your parents were schizophrenic" and told me her sad story. I am not completely mad and realise it is a serious condition, but I did love and try to understand them as whole people, as much as any human can understand another. I went through my share of "negative" feelings of hurt, anger, numbness, fear etc. Dad died at 45, but the other of my schizophrenic parents had a comparatvely good outcome and lived a creative life in her stubborn way and had a busy active autumn period (60-80 years) with enough plane trips to make her fit into the current "norm".
Mum only died last December and her sense of shame about her MI had a motivating effect on her to get herself well.She had only primary school education from being in occupied WWII country She totally rejected all MH ideas and supports and turned to God. Not my way (I tried to walk a path between religion and the mental health system and all the other systems out there I met in my life), but it helped her and was a huge part of the worldview and culture she grew up with. She went out in a blaze of glory and felt she had conquered her demons etc, but left a very divided family, still haunted with MH demons, despite her denials, as 2 of my nephews are currently in treatment, as well as my son. She blew my mind in the last year saying she was glad she had shock treatment and did not mind if my son had it, but it took 50 years for her to get to that point, and she would not have wanted her favourite grandson to suffer in that way. Basically for decades, she hated doctors and treated me as treacherous to "the family" if I sought help, even though she could never give me any herself.
So, I have to still say that she was "sick" in some way as she could not relate to the harm she had caused me as a child and as a young woman and a mother. So mum was not perfect but she had a go and I am proud of that.
In the many gaps in my life, I've had a heap of undeserved shame poured on me. Being bullied about my lack of fancy clothes, or given the flick cos I did not have high enough standards about suburb of origin, father's job description, etc.,etc.I bought or sewed my own clothes since I was 11. I should be able to be proud of that. I first raised money for the family, drawing cards and selling them with mum in Sydney subways. sadly mum and I might have bonded if she could have celebrated some of those thin gs that we did together, but she was too ashamed.
Thats enough of a rant from me. Any comments?