Anonymous wrote:For me, it felt like the ground being ripped out from under me. It was very discombobulating and painful. Part of that was probably because she was the first person in my life to die. I had never known a single person who died at that point. It wasn't until the ensuing months that I started reliving and processing the painful things I experienced from her when she was alive. I actually still am 8 years later. On the whole, though, she was mostly a loving mom and I loved her.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:You will be angry, at what could have been. You will relive your trauma, you will feel sad that you cannot love your mother the way mothers deserve to be loved, and you will feel sad that you were not loved the way you deserved to be. You will feel relief, and then you will feel shame at feeling that relief. Mostly you will feel puzzled and distraught at how your mother became this person, and you will worry that you could have - should have- intervened or confronted her — in a fantasy that you could have fixed this. But you will be okay and you will find a way to honor what was best of her and bury the rest.
This is spot on.
Anonymous wrote:You will be angry, at what could have been. You will relive your trauma, you will feel sad that you cannot love your mother the way mothers deserve to be loved, and you will feel sad that you were not loved the way you deserved to be. You will feel relief, and then you will feel shame at feeling that relief. Mostly you will feel puzzled and distraught at how your mother became this person, and you will worry that you could have - should have- intervened or confronted her — in a fantasy that you could have fixed this. But you will be okay and you will find a way to honor what was best of her and bury the rest.
Anonymous wrote:I lived a nice life as a child and my mother was loving and caring for the most part (but she always had weird ideas about healthy living). She then gradually became a hoarder, and it made my life as a teen and beyond super miserable. She basically pushed me out of the house as her stuff was more important to her than me. I lived on my own since I was 19, and we had a strained relationship ever since I was about 9.
I stayed away from my childhood house and from my parents in general for many years. I have recently started being more present, as they aged, and helping more. However my parents have so many issues it feels impossible to help them, especially as I live very far away.
My attitude towards them is a mix of compassion and irritation.
Now my dad tells me that mom has gotten worse etc, and I caught myself hoping she would die quickly rather than the process being drawn out. I think I will feel relief as I will be able to finally take my childhood house back (it’s not a money thing, it’s worth very little, but more of a psychological issue). I dream about being able to clean it out etc.
However I think I may be wrong and her death might bring great pain.
Has anyone been in a similar situation where a generally loving but difficult/mentally ill parent passed away and you actually felt… relief? And not grief?