In
Part I of this post, from 2/7/12, I described my belief that parents somehow
still love their children even if they act out a hateful, nasty, and/or
abusive family role. This is naturally something
people who have parents like this have a great deal of trouble accepting, and understandably so. If
I were in their shoes, I am absolutely certain I would have come to the exact
same conclusions they do.
Still, as adults from dysfunctional families tell their stories to me in psychotherapy, I always hear of those rare times when their parents were not hateful but actually loving. Sometimes such parents even will unexpectedly express their love directly, although often in a way which undermines their own credibility. But why would anyone believe the professions of love of someone who generally tends to treat them horribly?
Still, as adults from dysfunctional families tell their stories to me in psychotherapy, I always hear of those rare times when their parents were not hateful but actually loving. Sometimes such parents even will unexpectedly express their love directly, although often in a way which undermines their own credibility. But why would anyone believe the professions of love of someone who generally tends to treat them horribly?
I mentioned
that I would describe some of the “maternal” behavior that a woman who has been
corresponding with me described to me, and translate some of her mother’s
behavior and verbalizations into what I think was really being expressed
covertly. So here goes. (I will not be discussing my correspondent’s childhood, but only what has been going on in the very recent past).
Her mother was
getting old and was no longer able to live by herself, but was driving everyone
crazy with various demands about whether or not she should be placed, or where she should
be placed if she were sent to a nursing home.
She had given her
daughter power of attorney over her affairs in the eventuality that she became
incompetent,
setting up a situation in which my correspondent (I’ll call her Mrs. T.) was in
a position to make major life decisions for her mother. It was also completely
unclear whether the mother was developing dementia or how severe it was if it
was present, which meant it was also unclear whether or not she was competent.
Mrs. T described the events as they unfolded, writing at various times (reproduced with her permission):
She [Mom] reacts extremely poorly
to anything short of immediate subservience and submission on my part, and yet,
she has appointed me to be her "power of attorney" in the
eventuality that she becomes incompetent.
She was turned down by the only nursing home that she agreed to go to
and, as of yesterday afternoon, was turning down offers by the hospital social
worker to set up any in-home physical therapy. The county social worker
fears that because of her intelligence she will not be found to lack
decision-making ability.
I want to keep loving thoughts
towards her (after a lifetime of anxious helplessness, guilt
and overt/covert hostility) [Mrs. T had been reading my posts on disarming
borderlines and spoiling behavior].
Now I must decide whether or not
I want to be the person who puts my mother in a nursing home and have her hate
me or to decline and leave her well-being to chance.
I was told that my mother was angry and acting out for
about an hour this morning. She was ok when I came to the hospital this
afternoon and we had a good conversation, including my explaining to her that
the POA authorized me to "put her in a nursing home" and that I was
resigning. She actually said that I should "give it back" after
I said that and she said it in a friendly way. The hospital social worker
showed up and tried to immediately serve me with the "activation"
paperwork. . . She left to make me a copy of the POA… My
mother started acting out again. I eventually left. I came back in
the room briefly while she was on the phone with my brother "trashing"
me and I told her that I just wanted her to be safe.
She called me tonight after I was home and told me that she never wants to see me again and that I am a bad daughter because I haven't confided in her and because I have shared information about her with the social services people.
She called me tonight after I was home and told me that she never wants to see me again and that I am a bad daughter because I haven't confided in her and because I have shared information about her with the social services people.
Tonight she cited her Sicilian upbringing as a reason for
being an unaffectionate parent… My mother called my husband yesterday to thank
him for watering her plants and told him "good bye." My mother
has told me that she never wants to see me again. My brother tells me
that she has also said "I do not have a daughter" etc. She has called here
several times, mostly leaving messages asking for my husband, but I was home
and did answer last night about 10:35 and she spoke to me but was clearly not
happy about it, demanding that I send an attorney there because they were
"killing her."
She did not trust me to do the
simplest thing correctly. Even to be in her presence was to be under her
dominion and control. I could not wait to leave the minute I got there
even though my intentions had been good in going to visit her. She
harangued me non-stop for bringing her groceries. "I thought I told
you not to...." "Didn't I tell you not to...." She would
write letters thanking for the groceries, and other kindnesses.
[After Mom leaves the hospital:].
[After Mom leaves the hospital:].
Right now she is in a nursing home two blocks
from my home. She does not speak to me when I go there and bring her
flowers or rub her feet.
My mother was on a hunger strike
when she was in the hospital prior to the emergency mental detention/initiation
of the guardianship process. She is now refusing to eat in the nursing
home, except for food which I bring her. I have told
my therapist for a long time, and my mother's "thank you" notes in
the past confirm, that she credits me with "keeping her alive."
I, however, see the other side of the coin, i.e., that if I cease my efforts, I
will be a murderer. On Weds. afternoon she disowned me to my face and a
day later is playing the "I'll only eat food you make me" game.
I left there assuming she still
can't chew, as she told me that she had been to a luau the night before and ate
nothing, not even water, not even the coconut cream pie....(I said
words to the effect of couldn't you just mouth that and swallow it...???)
Anyway, very long story short.....b/c my mother dislikes me talking to people
about her, I called the nurses station after I left and spoke to Ann and told
her I had brought cottage cheese, yogurt and OJ and she tells me that my mom
had eaten a pasta w/sausage lunch no problem....... one of the last times
I saw her, she said "You need lessons, you need lessons" and when I
asked why, she said my meatballs were too hard, then ate part of one and
contradicted herself, said that one was ok. shoot me now.
So, I am responsible for her survival.....just like I was always made to be responsible for her happiness (there is a no win situation for you with a woman who was constitutionally incapable of being happy...) So, I am trapped. And, if I stopped bringing her food and she lost weight, and died, it would be "all my fault."
So, I am responsible for her survival.....just like I was always made to be responsible for her happiness (there is a no win situation for you with a woman who was constitutionally incapable of being happy...) So, I am trapped. And, if I stopped bringing her food and she lost weight, and died, it would be "all my fault."
Without turning her head to look at me, my mother said to me "You didn't get any sleep at all last night did you?" Today, while talking to my husband about this feeling of always being under scrutiny, with his help, I made the following observations:
1) with her I was always
under close observation......nothing I ever did went unobserved, nothing I ever
did was free from commentary, judgment or mischaracterization
2) she did not ask as one might,
"are you tired?" but instead she made a gross exaggeration (any
sleep at all)
3) she made her observation in
the form of a leading question.
For most of my life, I
would have 'taken the bait' and defended myself with an "Oh yes I
did" kind of answer which would have just started an argument or
occasion a global statement by her to the effect of "you never get enough
sleep" "you don't take care of yourself" etc. OR a criticism of
me along the lines of being a hot house tomato or thin skinned if I objected to
the criticisms.
This may seem like a small
observation, and yet, it helps to describe the type of relationship I had/have
with her.....she was intrusive, and yet, her intrusions did not feel like
expressions of love or concern, they were simply opportunities for her to chide
me, condemn me or make me feel inadequate or incompetent as a person.....I
don't think I am ever going to "heal" from this.
I do not remember her ever kissing
me.
She said, the other day, as I was leaving, words to the effect (and this is very very very rare) "You know I love you very much, don't you? You make life liveable." This was after telling me earlier that she did not want to be alive this time next year, among other things. I believe that by providing her with homemade food, so she doesn't have to eat the nursing home food, she feels cared about by me.
She said, the other day, as I was leaving, words to the effect (and this is very very very rare) "You know I love you very much, don't you? You make life liveable." This was after telling me earlier that she did not want to be alive this time next year, among other things. I believe that by providing her with homemade food, so she doesn't have to eat the nursing home food, she feels cared about by me.
In reading this, the things that jumped out at me the most was
the fact that Mom is constantly giving off double messages to Mrs. T. about
needing and loving her. The positive
messages, however, could easily be interpreted as having a negative ulterior
motive behind them - like Mom is only saying them to manipulate Mrs. T. This negative interpretation comes about for a number of reasons:
First, the positive messages are expressed way less frequently than the
negative ones, and are rarely said directly to Mrs. T. They are said to third parties or written in
notes. Second, expressions of concern
are expressed as criticisms, and their frequency make it appear as if Mrs. T is
constantly being judged in the negative.
Third, Mom seems to imply that Mrs. T. is responsible for Mom’s
happiness, and that Mrs. T always fails her, making Mom’s misery Mrs. T’s
fault. So, of course Mrs. T interprets
them in the way she listed above as her three “observations.”
I believe that the negative comments and the spin Mom seems
to put on her positive comments represent Mom’s “role” of spoiler in her
own family of origin – manifestations of a false self. The positive comments and the
underlying concern represent what is going on covertly, and are what I believe to be manifestations
of her true self – the way she really feels.
For example, Mom complained bitterly about the groceries
Mrs. T. brought to her, but would then write letters thanking her. Then, to top it off, she refused to eat any
food except that which Mrs. T brought to her. She even credited Mrs. T. with
keeping her alive, although she “undid” this at different times by accusing
Mrs. T. of “killing” her and by predicting that she will soon be dead. She tells Mrs. T she needs cooking lessons –
again while refusing to eat other people’s food. (Except occasionally. Just to
throw everyone else off).
After a lifetime of avoiding kissing Mrs. T., again Mrs. T naturally discounted Mom’s statement, "You know I love you very much, don't you?
You make life liveable."
Mom “disowned” Mrs. T. several times. Each time, Mrs. T. felt like Mom was going to
do what she said, despite the fact that it never actually happens.
At one point, when the patient
was sitting with her in the hospital, Mom said, "Sorry this was so boring
for you." I told Mrs. T. that I would wager that Mom had said this with a tone of
voice that was dripping with either sarcasm or hostility, as if Mrs. T. were an
ungrateful daughter who does not appreciate all her mother had done for her, and who resented Mom for inconveniencing herself
- or something like that.
Alternate translation: "I know this is no fun for you and I'm a pill to be with, and I really do hope it wasn't as bad for you as I think it would be."
Alternate translation: "I know this is no fun for you and I'm a pill to be with, and I really do hope it wasn't as bad for you as I think it would be."
Sounds insane I know, but when patients who are subjected to this sort of figurative insanity think back, they may find they can
remember times when Mom was actually loving in some strange way. Double
messages are the norm in the BPD family.
Last I heard, by the way, Mom
ended up in an appropriate facility, Mrs. T. retained power of attorney, and
they are still speaking.
In my post of July 6, 2010, Distancing: Early Warning, I wrote: When parents act in an obnoxious manner
like this that pushes their adult children away, this is referred to as distancing
behavior. Parents who know they were abusive,
even if they do not admit it, may secretly believe that their children are
better off without them. Hence, they engage in distancing to push their
children away, thereby protecting their children from themselves.
It's a version of self-denigrating sentiment expressed in the famous quote by Groucho Marx: "I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member."
Groucho Marx on "You Bet Your Life" |
Mrs.
T.’s mom obliquely refers to her own upbringing as the source of her
difficulties being a good mother when she blames her “Sicilian upbringing” as the
reason for her being an “unaffectionate parent.” What transpired in that upbringing, and how
much Mrs. T knows or does not know about it, is something Mrs. T. and I have
not discussed in great detail. I am
willing to wager that the story of Mom’s background is powerful and
moving. Such stories always are.