Anonymous wrote:OP it is all so hard! At risk of doing the trauma Olympics I will share what my mom does. I am not competing for sympathy, but instead commiserating. I sometimes feel like the character Kate McKinnon used to play on SNL when people shared alien encounter stories. Mine are not as tame as yours and even my therapist's eyes bugged out. My mom's communications are to tell me I am a selfish, bitter, nasty human being who abandoned her and deserves to rot or be murdered and having children is just the ultimate disappointment. Going the emotional stabbing route seems to give her a little glimmer of excitement. She does not appreciate it if I respond with humor and say "Happy holidays to you too mom", but that makes me giggle so, gotta survive.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP it is all so hard! At risk of doing the trauma Olympics I will share what my mom does. I am not competing for sympathy, but instead commiserating. I sometimes feel like the character Kate McKinnon used to play on SNL when people shared alien encounter stories. Mine are not as tame as yours and even my therapist's eyes bugged out. My mom's communications are to tell me I am a selfish, bitter, nasty human being who abandoned her and deserves to rot or be murdered and having children is just the ultimate disappointment. Going the emotional stabbing route seems to give her a little glimmer of excitement. She does not appreciate it if I respond with humor and say "Happy holidays to you too mom", but that makes me giggle so, gotta survive.
I don’t want to hijack the OP’s post but wanted to tell you that my mom was like that for about two years- she would scream at me, ball her fists or (my favorite) call me a witch who wanted to kill her. I literally used to call myself her dumpster because she’d just wait until I was around and dump on me while being perfectly pleasant with everyone else. I’d bet if I searched this forum I could find old posts from me from that timeframe. It was the worst two years of my life.
It all changed when I moved her to memory care and she learned the routine. Looking back I think it was just one stage of this horrible disease- where they are just awful to the person closest to them. My mom has been in memory care for 1.5 years and has been happy as can be (or just extremely oblivious to the universe). Hang in there, I’d bet things smooth out at some point as the disease progresses.
Anonymous wrote:OP it is all so hard! At risk of doing the trauma Olympics I will share what my mom does. I am not competing for sympathy, but instead commiserating. I sometimes feel like the character Kate McKinnon used to play on SNL when people shared alien encounter stories. Mine are not as tame as yours and even my therapist's eyes bugged out. My mom's communications are to tell me I am a selfish, bitter, nasty human being who abandoned her and deserves to rot or be murdered and having children is just the ultimate disappointment. Going the emotional stabbing route seems to give her a little glimmer of excitement. She does not appreciate it if I respond with humor and say "Happy holidays to you too mom", but that makes me giggle so, gotta survive.
Anonymous wrote:I’m so sorry OP. Silver lining is that I’m sure she’ll forget all about the request and the call. I think this disease traumatizes us way more than it does them.