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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Stonedheart81 Date: March 30, 2017, 3:19 am
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       Hi everybody I just registered to this ...I don't know if I'm
       ready to tell my story but I wanted to post this I wrote when I
       was about 12...hard to believe that was only 24 years ago...I
       figured out at a young age that hiding a writing book and
       writing poetry helped me release the build up inside ....your
       mum is supposed to be the one person in the world your supposed
       to be able to trust and rely on but what if she is the one that
       causes you the most pain of all....I moved half away cross the
       world so as to never see her hear from her...she finally got her
       wish because I'm dead to her which is what she always
       wanted...anyways I hope it's OK to post this here..
       stolen innocence
       where was you when i wanted to die
       just carried on pretending to live a lie
       not one look of guilt upon your face
       not one look of sorrow from that time or place
       you kept pretending everything was fine
       you didn't see the hurt in these eyes of mine
       how could you just walk away
       even when i cried for you to come back and stay
       the moment you did that, i then knew
       i no longer felt any love for you
       hate and anger took over its place
       you probably saw it upon my face
       could you see the look in my eyes
       from the look of warmth to the look of ice
       in stolen innocence you played your part
       i was never there, never in your heart
       i should have been number one in your life
       i was your child before you became his wife
       now your sad and all alone
       i don't give 2 fucks I've got my home
       now its my time to do the walking away
       nothing you can say will make me stay
       here's goodbye from me to you
       never again will i say i love you
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       The last 2 months
       By: alyage3 Date: March 30, 2017, 3:29 am
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       Im not really 3. I am nearly 45. A year ago I had a car
       accident. Someone smashed into me doing 70 whilst I was
       stationary waiting for a farmer to get a cow off the road. I
       have some low level brain injury. Two months ago I tried to
       throw myself off a motorway bridge. All hail the mighty truck
       driver who waved at me with the biggest smile. It stopped being
       about me and became about him. He was someones son, father,
       brother. I had no right to risk his life in ending mine.
       What has happened according to the psychiatrist who is trying to
       stop someone the world thought was uber capable from ending her
       life is that that accident, those injuries took away every
       coping mechanism I had ever tried to put in place and I had to
       deal with my vulnerable self. My vulnerable self is a 3 year old
       child who was physically, emotionally and it turns out sexually
       abused by her Grandmother and her Mother - or so we thought.
       Flashbacks - weird ones and long drawn out Hollywood style
       entities have been a part of daily routine. They fall on me as
       pieces of a jig thrown from a box into the air that I have to
       bring together and interpret. On Tuesday I could not get out of
       my car. My husband had to come home and get me out of the car
       and into the house where promptly I went to pieces for an entire
       day. I have very few memories of my childhood. What is there is
       pain and anger, violence and rage, being locked in rooms for
       days at a time. My earliest and most vivid memory is banging the
       door against my Grandfathers head as he lay on the floor having
       a suffered a fatal stroke. Someone came and took the door out. I
       was wrapped in a woollen blanket that itched my skin. I was 3
       and I had been naked with my Grandfather in the toilet and the
       room that toilet was in, ironically, was the size of a coffin. I
       remember having lots of conversations with my feet in the bath,
       bent over, whilst my Grandmother or mother washed my genital
       area harshly and for extended periods, something I previously
       had thought was them abusing me. I realise they were complicit.
       They were the 'clean up team'.
       My Grandmother hated me from that day on. She was every model of
       'mother' on the list on this site. She would sooner beat me with
       a metal walking stick than have a have a conversation with me
       about the weather. My mother went to work 9-5, 5 days a week.
       Such was the nature of our house Saturday and Sunday were taken
       up with chores. She had no time for me. I asked her once why we
       had to live with my Grandmother and she said "we'd end up on a
       council estate and she didnt want that for me." Having children
       of my own now who are my absolute world, I see she either didnt
       want that for her, or she had been me and was too insecure, too
       scared of living without the control to leave.
       I have tried for 42 years to hide this. I have boxed it up and
       put in over my shoulder and worked myself into the ground so it
       never comes back again but it has and now exhausted and raw I
       have to face it. Now I am medicated to the hilt as my brain
       unpacks years of abuse and horridness and throws image after
       image after image at me.
       The most important thing - this happened to me in the 70's when
       children with bruises and broken bones were clumsy and adults
       were believed, is to talk to anyone, someone as soon as you
       possibly can. Put it out there. Don't do a 40 year sentence when
       you are the innocent in all of this. The sooner you start to
       talk, the less of a blight it will be to your future.
       You are strong and you can do this.
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Megan Date: March 30, 2017, 3:44 am
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       Hi Glad to have found this website and forum.
       So good to have somewhere share experiences, having a difficult
       mum is such a taboo. Only understood by those who have
       experienced it. If you make the slightest suggestion that a mum
       was less than perfect most people behave as if you are being
       nasty and ungrateful.
       My mum is completely self obsessed and doesn't like other women.
       Realise now she just sees them as competition. I can never
       remember her ever showing any affection.  She basically persued
       her hobbies. I was the oldest daughter and from as young as I
       can remember did all the cooking, cleaning etc for the family.
       My mum took no interest in my education. If I passed exams she
       just said how she would have done better.
       As I grew up she was clearly angry with me for just growing up.
       She wouldn't let me have sanitary towels for eg.
       I funded myself through uni, I worked through the summer
       holidays. My mum would tell a story to force me emotionally to
       lend her the money I had saved for college fees.  But she would
       never pay the money back. Realise now she was trying to stop me
       going to college.
       She is vain in the extreme even in her 80s. She used to refuse
       to introduce me & my siblings to people she knew as she didn't
       want them to think she was old enough to have teenagers (when in
       her 40s).
       My son had serious health problems all his life, but she gave no
       support & has given none since he died. I feel like I expect
       many on this forum do, as if I have never had a mum.
       Like many I constantly try , even having her to visit. But it is
       always the same, me running around after her and her being
       nasty.
       It was easier when my sister was around as we supported each
       other, but she died of cancer. Again I was supporting everyone.
       My brothers don't get it.  She tends to hero worship them,  even
       to the extent of saying things I had bought for her eg washing
       machine, were given to her by my brothers.
       To be honest I feel exhausted by it all.
       Thank you for listening
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: TomsMom Date: March 30, 2017, 5:03 am
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       I lost Mildred in 2013. I am the youngest of 10, and carry scars
       of having her in my life for 42 yrs. I think this is a wonderful
       site, allowing ppl to get their experiences off their chest.
       Many probably have never had a chance to put a voice to their
       experiences, and help them to heal. Mildred gave birth to 10
       kids, but was a Mother to one. I remember looking at her when I
       was about 12, thinking we have a cook and a housekeeper, but we
       don't have a Mother. She offended most of her kids, and the one
       that she put on a pedestal ignored her at the end of her life. I
       never married, and despite loving kids, never had them, as I
       feared that the cycle would repeat itself. I saw Dr. Phil McGraw
       on American t.v. say after the person passes, to picture her
       sitting in a chair and to voice your rage to help you heal... I
       did that repeated, and still couldn't get my hurt and rage out.
       She just wasn't emotionally there...she would ignore you if her
       chosen child was around. I didn't matter how much you did to
       help, there never was a 'thank you' or any show of appreciation,
       nothing ever seemed to be enough. Just before she passed away,
       my twin told Mildred she was a failure as a Mother. I think she
       needed to hear that, I just didn't have the back bone to tell
       her myself.  She used to tell us that we were going to miss her.
       It's been 13 years now, and I still don't. I told her when she
       laid in her hospital bed, sleeping, that she had killed any love
       I had for her, and that giving birth to a child, didn't make you
       a Mother, you earn that title. I have had therapy most of my
       adult life (I'm now 55), to deal with the cancer of having  her
       and her family in my life. I now feel free of the past, the hurt
       and the pain, but it's taken me 13 yrs to get here, and cherish
       each day. I looked after her in the past 16 yrs of her life (she
       died a wk before her 84th birthday). It was ironic that the two
       (my twin & I) who she ignored, were there to help her, she died
       an angry, bitter old woman. A therapist told me she was a burden
       long before I wanted to admit she was, but I reconciled that
       with what I thought was my responsibility as a child, to look
       after her, and put up with her abuse in her final years. She had
       10 kids, many of them professionals who at the end of her life
       wanted nothing to do with her.  It has taken a lot to get to the
       point in my life where I am, but I am also now at peace, and
       jealously guard my life, as to not allow my siblings back into
       my life, to discuss Mildred and her treatment of us. I always
       knew the 'train wreck' in my life would be when she passed away,
       trying to reconcile what I should have had for a Mother and what
       I had. I lost a brother when I was 10 in a car accident, if she
       stopped caring because of her loss, but she was a Mother to one.
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Jasmine196 Date: March 30, 2017, 6:02 am
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       Hi,
       I've just found this website, and would like to share some of my
       experiences with a 'difficult' mother.  Mine falls into the
       emotionally unavailable/angry category.
       I only recently finally admitted that I preferred it when she
       wasn't there, dreading seeing the brake lights on her car as it
       turned into our road. A typical day was to get up, and go to
       school.  When she was there (not at her boyfriends), she would
       get up later.  She would leave a £1 for dinner, so that I or my
       sister could check the cupboards and buy something to make
       dinner (and woe betide us if we didn't).  On her return dinner
       was put in front of her, she would ask for the change, eat the
       food, fall asleep, or go out to said boyfriend.  She neither
       cared for nor to wanted to be with us.  If challenged she would
       hit out, and still go out.
       I, as the oldest bore the brunt of her legendary temper. She
       would generally use the back rather than the front of her hand,
       going for the face. One of her favourite tricks was to call or
       call me "it", inviting my siblings to join in.
       The irony of all this is she was a Social Worker, committed to
       helping those in need.
       I have struggled with low self-esteem all my life, never knowing
       what love is, or how to accept it, so I am on my own now.
       I should also say that my mother is a toxic alcoholic, and it
       has taken a lifetime to realise that, of course, we were never
       part of her world, as her primarly relationship was, and remains
       with alcohol.
       One good thing is that I brought my son up, never hitting him,
       never (well almost) not listening to him and being there for
       him., and never, never calling him IT.
       Thanks for listening.
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Mitchell Date: March 30, 2017, 7:14 am
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       Alyage3
       What a dreadful story my heart goes out to you my story was not
       violent but emotionally and verbally abusive, my mother was very
       manipulative and very good at making me feel guilty.
       I hope those horrible memories are beginning to fade talking
       with people who understand will help.
       may you begin to heal
       Mitch
       PS a good book to read "Understanding The Borderline Mother"
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Mitchell Date: March 30, 2017, 9:04 am
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       ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::)
       Wow what dreadful stories we have too tell, but I think this
       does us good releasing the toxic material from us
       She killed my budgie when i was a small child. Killed my 10 year
       old cat (this may have been an accident).
       When first married, my mother and father rented a flat.In a big
       old house in Holywood. Mr Charlie was the landlord and lived on
       the premises, he was over ninety. My mother hated this flat.Mr
       Charlie obliged and duly fell down the stairs. He broke his
       neck.
       My mothers father when he was in his seventies, fell down the
       stairs and was badly injured.
       My father was terminally ill. He fell down the stairs, was
       hospitalized and died a week later.
       A lot of people falling down stairs. off course this could have
       been natural and just happened. Whatever!, no one will ever
       know.???
       I find at 65 I now very little about my family background as in
       my house I've found history was re-written....I'm just glad this
       board is alive and kicking
       You need a licence to keep a dog, need I say any more
       Good Luck to all
       Mitch
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Bonnie5649 Date: March 30, 2017, 9:06 am
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       My mam doesnt really fit any of these catergories.
       She left school in 70's at the age of 15 pretty uneducated even
       for a 15 year old. She was pregnant with me and no sign of my
       father. To this day she refuses to tell me anything.
       This isnt because it was traumatic but because "its her
       business".
       I cannot remember 1 instant of affection from her. She wasnt
       abusive, angry or violent and hasnt really put me down (too my
       face).
       She married my step dad when I was 3 and moved me to Germany (he
       was a soldier) away from the only people I remember having
       "healthy loving relationships" with. My granparents and my Aunt
       and cousin.
       I remember running away to a school at a pre school age as my
       mam was always in bed and dad at work. She never wanted anyone
       to know anything about any of our business. If someone said I
       did something she would never defend me she would just see it as
       an embarrasment to herself.
       We would get puppies for a few weeks until it became a chore and
       they would suddenly be gone. In high school she had me going to
       school in factory shoes that she got free with her job (we were
       not short of money). And made me go in a summer dress which was
       blue and white when the uniform was grey and black.. weird!!
       Through out my childhood 3 - 12 years old. I did suffer some
       sexual abuse (nothing done to me but expected to touch him) by
       the man who was supposed to be my dad. I once tried to bring
       this up with her but was stopped dead, I was left with no
       illusion that she was aware but not willing / strong enough to
       face it and mess up her "perfect" life..
       Since leaving home at 16 I avoid contact as much as possible as
       does my brother but my sister who was 3 when I left has a
       different upbringing completely, they are really close infact my
       sister is a mini version of her. The stand in judgement of
       everyone and everything and are the most negative miserable
       people I have EVER met.
       My step grandmother once told me that my mam says I have never
       showed her any love and that I dont allow her to be a
       grandmother.. My kids are close to all there relatives but not
       my mam, she thinks people dont care if they dont make the effort
       yet she doesnt make any.
       Me and my brother are very successful and are in loving caring
       relationships but my sisiter still lives at home and has no
       friends at all, my mams the same. Yet they think me and my
       brother are to blame for everything.
       Is it me?? Im wondering now as I cant fit her into a catergory..
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Mitchell Date: March 30, 2017, 10:02 am
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       Bonnie5649,
       You're mother does clearly have many issues, as to not fitting
       in. She fits very snugly into abuse, she sent you out in
       ridiculous cloths That's a form of abuse & definitely not the
       normal. Not telling you about your biological father is also
       abuse (emotional) while it is her business it is also your
       business, you have every right to know who your father is. Then
       its up to alone if you want to make contact. At the very least
       your mother should have spoken to your stepfather or as most
       people would do is report him.
       You need to read and learn as much as possible this will help
       unlock all emotional abuse you suffered and thank god this site
       is open so we can all talk.
       I would recommend you check out  www.bpdcentral.com  &
       www.BPDFamily.com you will find them interesting and maybe spot
       your mother in them. Be careful diagnosing it really takes a
       professional to do this but you will find good information on
       these sites.
       Hope this helps
       Mitch
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       Re: Welcome to our forum
       By: Mitchell Date: March 30, 2017, 10:18 am
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       :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(
       Hi Jasmine196
       social workers YUK,
       don't mean to offend all the excellent social workers but the
       bad apples need routed out:-
       
       Apart from the doctors I had never spoken to anyone face to face
       about my difficulties.My union in conjunction with the company I
       worked for, set up a mechanism whereby they would have a
       councilor from the social services If anyone needed this
       service.It would be private between the councilor and
       yourself,they would supply the time and a place for the meeting.
       I requested a meeting and this was quickly set up, I was to meet
       Jack hawking and we were given an office for privacy.
       
       Mr Jack hawking went through the preliminaries and then asked
       what I wanted to talk about.Remember I was living in world war
       three every day off my life since my fathers death 20 years
       prior.. When Mr Jack Hawking asked this question I felt myself
       starting to shake as I was talking.So I lit up a cigarette by
       now I was vibrating, all this emotion locked up inside me for
       over 20 years.Well now the very wonderful Mr Jack Hawking closed
       his folder,stood up, and said "there is nothing I can do for
       you" and promptly left the room. I was in total shock and did
       not know what to do,needless to say this set me back from
       seeking help and had a very bad effect on me.If I had the hold
       of Mr Hawking today it would be a very different story, I can
       assure you he would never do this to anyone else.
       We must strengthen our esteem and realize we are strong. WE ARE
       SURVIVORS
       We need to feel good about ourselves and this site is packed
       with good advice
       Mitch
       
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