Anon4747Casual Contributor
How do I keep going?
Hi all,
I am new to forums but feel I needed to reach out somewhere for advice, support and understanding. All my life my mum has suffered with OCD, depression, Bi polar and more I am sure. Growing up was damn hard but my brother and I survived, dad had enough when I was 12 and left, left us with her that is how we saw it anyways. I was out of home by 15 and for the first time in many years I felt like I could breath again.
Fast forward many years and Mum remained never really improved despite medications, psychology support etc. I remained close to mum and tried to support her but relished being able to walk away to the safety net of my own home when needed. You see mum gets nasty & malicious when she is down, I am not sure if that is normal as such for her illness. I married and had to beautiful boys, mum relished her role as a nanna but it was often marred by down days, jealousy of others spent time with her grandkids (even my dad) I persisted and hoped one day it would all change. Fast forward to 12 months ago..... mum was a little stable, lived alone in a trust home still had deep dark nasty days but it only penetrated my armour when I allowed it. STUPIDLY I had a thought for mum to move in with my family, I hated to see her lonely, she has no friends, no interests nothing and I stupidly thought I could "fix" her 😢 I thought letting her into our busy happy lives would give her something, a sense of purpose some happiness SOMETHING!
Well I was wrong, I was an idiot! The last 12 months I feel like I am a 7 year old little girl again watching her mother be vile and nasty, abuse those she love and then apologise and declare her love for the cycle to start all over again in a few days.
The last 12 months apparently I do not clean the home well enough (I do something I at 41 feel now very defensive over)
I am constantly bombarded with what I can only describe as 2 year old tantrums 😐
I can not invite friends to our home because she finds a reason to not like them.
I could go on for hours....... I know she is unwell, I pity the miserable world she lives in, I feel so guilty for bringing her in to our home. I love her but dislike her which confuses me greatly. Because I invited her into our home and she gave up her trust home I couldn't ask her to leave she has no where to go. She is so emotionally immature and I don't understand how she sees and interprets the world. I have to constantly reassure her that people are not talking about her or that she has misinterpreted a persons comment.
So sorry for my ramnle but each day I feel a little bit more of myself breaking and I don't know how to fix it
Thank you for reading my ramblings.