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[FONT="Comic Sans MS"]I have always had a kind of strange relationship with my amom. In some ways weҒre very similar, and others weҒre very not. First of all, I want everyone to know that I love my amom, she has given me everything and anything I have ever wanted and she loves me very much. I have no doubts about that.
However, she is very overbearing, anxious, incredibly overprotective and incredibly insecure. In her mind, everything is about and is a refection of her. For example, growing up, I used to spend a lot of time at my best friends house, not because she was my bestfriend and lived only two minutes from the school so it made more sense, but because I didnҒt want to be with her. I chose to go to a college six hours away not because I loved the area and the hockey team or because it had been my dream school since freshman year, but because I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. I decided to find my bfamily not because I needed closure or because it was something I had wanted my entire life, but because I wanted to hurt her, even though she said she was ok with it. You seeing the pattern here? Even when I was at school, high school or college, she needed to know exactly what I was doing every second of the day. She would call my cell phone repeatedly, three or four times in a row and if I didnt pick up, even if I was in class, she would get incredibly nervous, going so far to call the front office while I was in high school, and my RA when I was in college, to have them check up on me.
My agrandmother is no help. She, herself, is the same way and tends to reinforce my amothers feelings. They always know where the other is and what the other is doing, and talk to each other constantly. My mother went to college 20 minutes from her parents house and when she married my dad they moved into a house two blocks away from her childhood home. Because of this she doesnҒt realize that this type of relationship is neither normal nor healthy and its not what I want. She doesnt realize that you can still love someone even if you donҒt talk to them every few hours.
Being at school helped a bit, I started becoming a bit more independent and I matured quite a lot. But I had to come home a few days ago for medical reasons. When I told a good friend of mine, he got really upset. He knows everything Ive been through with her and how hard IҒve had to work at school to gain the small amount of confidence I have. I remember what he said, word for word. I love you, YouӒre a great girl, but your mother is the worst thing for you. She has had so much control over your life for so long that you have problems functioning without her. Im afraid that once you return home youҒre just going to submit to whatever she wants again and youre going to lose the little self esteem youҒve gained while youve been here.Ҕ I know he was 100% accurate, and my therapist has been trying to help me with this for years.
I spent most of my childhood trying to reassure her that I did love her and she was a great parent, and I really cant, or want to go back to that. But I have no other options. I canҒt afford an apartment and theres no where else I can go. I know that right now I have to focus on getting myself to a better place and my anxiety level lowered, but IҒve been home for a grand total of 48 hours and I already feel myself starting to return to that just make mommy happyӔ mentality.
The other day, before I left, I was talking to my bmother about leaving and how I was kind of feeling like I was disappointing everybody. She said that no one could hold it against me that I wanted to be closer to home and my parents. While the closer to home part was right, I really missed my sister and my cousins, the parents part wasnt entirely accurate. I did miss my amother when I was away, but I know that returning to her will be more detrimental then helpful to my recovery. But I couldnҒt tell her that. She knows my childhood wasnt perfect, but she doesnҒt know about how hard it was to grow up with my amother and how its still really affecting me. I just cant bring myself to tell her. At the same time, I got that bad feeling in my stomach like I was lying to her. I know I wasnҒt, but I still feel like I wasnt being honest by not correcting her.
I know thereҒs stuff I have to work at, and I know I cant change her, but Its incredibly frustrating feeling like IҒm the only one working. I know she doesnt realize that what sheҒs doing is an issue but every time I try and make her understand, she gets very upset and guilts me about it for days, which causes my anxiety to skyrocket. I dont know what to do.
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Not adopted either, but you have pretty much described my relationship with my mother, to varying degrees. If she can't be in control of my decisions, then she isn't interested. She plays the martyr really well too, which I didn't figure out until I was in my early twenties (38 now).
Therapy has helped me a lot, but my mother still refuses to see her sick behavior. The funniest thing to me is that she forced me into therapy in my teens, singing it's praises, but doesn't think she needs it.
9 times out of 10, when I get off the phone with her I want to bang my head against a wall...then I remember, it's HER problem, not mine. I choose to live my life the way I want, which ultimately makes me happy.
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This is not an "adopted thing" this is the lifestyle of many families -- particularly in the south. My grandparents had five children. All five grew up and lived within 10 miles of the homestead. The five children had 9 grandchildren. 8 of the 9 grew up to live in the same county. Then came the 18 great-grandchildren and 16 of them settled in the same county. No, we are not in-bred bumpkins. We left to go to college, to the military, traveled to Europe, fought wars in Vietnam and Afghanistan, married spouses from other areas and brought them "home". We take care of our elderly and our handicapped in our homes, not in nursing homes or hospices. We help each other -- "Car broke down?" Call Cousin Steve with a tow truck. "Basement filled with water?" Call Uncle Mike, the plumber. "Can't figure out your taxes?" See Uncle Hugh, the accountant. "Need a wedding cake?" Cousin Marie owns a bakery.My mother spoke to her mother every day for as long as she lived. I called my mother just about every day for as long as she lived. My adult daughters call me daily -- maybe for just 2 minutes to say "good night" but that is enough. I count myself lucky that my family is close. We aren't crazy, we are caring. I'm sorry for people who don't experience what we have.
hpfreak080
I'm kind of trying to figure out what you are saying with this...
I know how I'm reading it, and I don't like what I'm coming up with...I just hope that I'm reading it totally wrong and you aren't saying hurtful things about adoptive moms...
I can't say that I have ever met anyone, especially a female, that doesn't have some kind of mother issue! LOL
My amom and I have always had difficulties, very similar to what you mentioned + OCD. For the longest time I thought it was me. Our adoption relationship certainly added to the problems
Then my adult daughter moved in with my aparents while at college out of state. Had her own apartment downstairs. While it has been so helpful for her to be there, and we love the nana and gdad very much, and I liked them looking out for each other...my daughter ran screaming out of there after a year and a half LOL
I was the only one that could understand and broke the bank to help her escape with her sanity.
After hearing my daughters complaints (exactly the same as mine) and seeing the life getting sucked out of her and her confidence and independance melting I said "RUN"
All the hard work I had instilled, was getting wiped away.
It really opened my eyes to IT'S NOT ME IT'S HER!!! HA!
She still stores stuff there, and visits and stayed with them over the summer while she worked, she managed to make it until she could move in the dorm, but it wasn't easy. Working 60-70 hours a week helped.
I must mention, she moved back home with us this summer, lasted three weeks, then ran screaming from here LOL And she and I get along pretty well. We blame it on her dad and brother, the heat and the bugs.
B,
my advice, Pick a deadline and try to make it to then, makes it easier to deal everyday knowing you won't be stuck there forever.
bluffman
Not all aMoms, or even many. But it seems that some (inc mine) had obvious insecurities or needy personalities. It is hard to imagine them getting through modern screening.
I didnt mean to offend.
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MamaS
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My mother spoke to her mother every day for as long as she lived. I called my mother just about every day for as long as she lived. My adult daughters call me daily -- maybe for just 2 minutes to say "good night" but that is enough.
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MamaS
My mother spoke to her mother every day for as long as she lived. I called my mother just about every day for as long as she lived. My adult daughters call me daily -- maybe for just 2 minutes to say "good night" but that is enough.
Your post might as well have been written by me, and I'm not adopted and 40 years old!!!
It's a personality thing. I decided to move away from the house across two oceans and thousands of miles to be away from my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, I just can't get along with her as a person.
She's a worrier. Nothing I can do to change that.
But...I've started identifying to her the "flaws" of her personality the way I see it by making fun of it. She'd call me every two days when I moved out of the same country. She'd panic if I didn't answer the phone (because I sometimes do visit the bathrooms, ya know!). So I began to make fun of her when she'd sound worried on the phone. I'd make up elaborate stories of "yeah, I couldn't answer the phone because I was skyjumping and my ropes broke off and the phone was dangling on them."
I still continue to make fun of it, but she's slowly beginning to recognize the ridiculousness of her behaviour. Now she actually says, "my daughter, I will stop worrying the day I die! As long as I am worried, it means I'm alive."
It's YOUR mother that needs help. Not you. My mother is 73 years old. She won't admit that she needs help. So it's up to me to give her that help and talk to her about her issues. She doesn't always like what I have to say, but every so often there's a small breakthrough and she admits at being wrong.
Don't question yourself or your actions.
And by the way, it has nothing to do with adoption, as you noticed from everyone's responses. You could have ended up with such a mother even if it was your biological mother. Some people are just different. We still love them. Sometimes we love them BECAUSE they are different.
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My mom is similar in many ways, though thankfully she realizes it's not particularly healthy & is honestly making an effort to let go. She does have anxiety disorder & OCD (diagnosed by my therapist after my parents finally agreed to do family therapy sessions with me). She also shared, at one point, that one reason she had been so clingy when I was younger was because she always had this fear my biological mother would find me & kidnap me. I moved away for about a year while I was in college (20 minutes away) & she did call me almost every night wanting to know where I was and if I was okay, but our relationship progressed a lot during that time. I ended up moving back home for similar reasons, medical and financial, and I did fall back into the pattern of letting her do things for me--but with the help of my therapist was able to maintain appropriate boundaries. About six weeks ago I actually moved out of the county, big deal for me even though I'm still less than half an hour away! Already our relationship has improved--we talk a lot more about the important stuff when she's not constantly nagging me about the day to day things. She does worry about me driving (she has a fear of freeways) and likes me to call when I get home--but she's come to accept that I'm not always willing/able to do that and to deal with her insecurities on her own. Her willingness to at least acknowledge her insecurities are sometimes overboard & to at least be willing to seek help (she did several therapy sessions with an individual therapist, but didn't stick with it) has been huge--it's very apparent when you consider the progress I've made in my relationship with her in comparison to the progress I've made with my relationship with my father (we are close, but he likes to pretend problems don't exist). I'm a lot more likely to talk with her about things that mean a lot to me.
I think those insecurities are more common than we may know, even for parents whose children are not adopted, but perhaps more so in many ways for them. I know the family I'm living with now feels like they are constantly having to be "perfect parents" to prove that they are capable, though they are fostering & haven't adopted yet. It's almost as though as an adoptive parent you have to "earn" the right to be a parent.
I'll ditto what a lot of the others said, my mom is much the same way, and I'm not adopted either. I agree with MamaS, it can be a Southern thing. I know for my mom that is about 80% of it :) I was raised very much with the idea that "if Momma isn't happy, ain't nobody happy" She has always taken her role as "Mother" very seriously, and saw her children as reflections on her. If we did poorly, it wasn't because we hadn't studied for the test we failed, it was because she hadn't taught us the right study skills. I am pretty laid back about it, and it doesn't bother me. My younger sister though has HUGE issues with it even now at 31. To the OP, get back into therapy, see if you can convince her that it would help YOU, if she would go to some joint sessions with you. Even at 33 I'm considering going to therapy with Momma to try and work through a couple of the issues we have that do bother me. Best of luck!
My mother died several years ago. She was an awesome mom and not the least bit controlling or overbearing. I talked to her about once a week and loved her with all my heart. Now my poor sister is married to a man whose mother calls her 4 or 5 times a day and demands to know every detial of her life. She is suffocating! Her husband has talked to his mom to no avail. The worst part is his mom is a therapist and she said she went back to school and became a therapist after she had her kids because she needed to get away form her own mother who was too overbearing and called her all the time! My sister thinks she exhibits signs of OCD...whenever she gets an idea in her head she has to follow it through and cannot move on until she has shared her thoughts. This is what prompted her to call while my sister was vacaioning in another state to tell her that she has made dinner plans for October and needed my sister to confirm that she would be available that night--TWO MONTHS AWAY. I agree that your mom is showing signs of a disorder. You can't change her but you can help yourself. Best of luck, you sound like a great loving daughter.
MamaS
This is not an "adopted thing" this is the lifestyle of many families -- particularly in the south. My grandparents had five children. All five grew up and lived within 10 miles of the homestead. The five children had 9 grandchildren. 8 of the 9 grew up to live in the same county. Then came the 18 great-grandchildren and 16 of them settled in the same county. No, we are not in-bred bumpkins. We left to go to college, to the military, traveled to Europe, fought wars in Vietnam and Afghanistan, married spouses from other areas and brought them "home". We take care of our elderly and our handicapped in our homes, not in nursing homes or hospices. We help each other -- "Car broke down?" Call Cousin Steve with a tow truck. "Basement filled with water?" Call Uncle Mike, the plumber. "Can't figure out your taxes?" See Uncle Hugh, the accountant. "Need a wedding cake?" Cousin Marie owns a bakery.My mother spoke to her mother every day for as long as she lived. I called my mother just about every day for as long as she lived. My adult daughters call me daily -- maybe for just 2 minutes to say "good night" but that is enough. I count myself lucky that my family is close. We aren't crazy, we are caring. I'm sorry for people who don't experience what we have.
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