My Son Told Me I Was Abusive
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:51 am
I have recently discovered that my Mother has NPD / APD. I have always known that there was something horribly wrong with her. The spectrum of her abuse is wide.
I was the scapegoat and my younger brother the golden child. He could do no wrong, I was a horrible sneaky, lying, ungrateful and miserable child. Not once did she ever tell me she loved me, she never hugged me or had a kind word to say to me or about me. Her sole mission in life seemed / seems to be to emotionally destroy me and spread the word about how loathsome and horrid I am.
Just a few examples:
When my son was around a year old my Mother saw him crawling towards the basement door which led to approximately 12 stairs at the bottom of which was solid concrete. I had closed the door and let him down to crawl around and explore. While I was out of the room she opened the door and was gleefully watching him crawl towards the landing of the stairs. If I had not entered the room when I did he would have tumbled down and surely either died or been physically disabled. I was in denial for a very long time about this....surely I had forgotten to close it, surely she didn't see him crawling towards the stairs, but somewhere inside I knew it was true. I couldn't deny seeing her cold eyes and hearing her evil chuckle as I ran to save him. I never brought my children around her or my EF again, and have never forgiven myself for going back. I don't understand it and am deeply ashamed that I didn't stand up for myself or my son, I just ran.
On the lighter end. After her Mother, my NGMA, passed away (My Mother put her in a nursing home within weeks of draining every penny out of her savings account, life insurance my Grandmother had received after my Grandfather passed) she wanted to sell my Grandmother's things in a yard sale. It took about a week to get it all sorted. My Mother didn't lift a finger: she didn't sort, tag, set up....absolutely nothing (and not because she was so torn apart she just couldn't bear to go through her Mother's things, rather that she is a user and expects everyone else to do for her.) Anyway, as I said she did absolutely nothing to help. The day of the sale she came running out to put the wooden gingerbread doll I had made her a few months before as a Christmas gift in the sale. She said it was "whimsical" and she hated whimsical. She pretended she didn't know I had made it for her..... the joy on her face was unmistakable when she saw how hurt I was.
I have a dear wonderful and supportive husband, and two exceptional children, I love them with all of my heart. After the most recent battle on Thanksgiving of last year I went NC with my Mother . I have been going through a very difficult time first discovering what was wrong with her and then dealing with letting her go. Yes, I have been sulky and withdrawn and self involved. It was during this time that my 22 year old son with whom I had always shared a wonderful relationship, or so I thought, told me that I had been abusive towards him. So very devastating! I have searched my soul, meditated, asked my husband and daughter for their honest opinions....and I can come up with nothing, absolutely nothing that points to any type of abuse EVER. I don't want to deny his right to feel as he does or tell him that he doesn't feel what he feels, I just don't get it. I know that as a child of a NM I have some N traits, I'm not perfect, but never, ever have I mistreated my kids. I don't want to deny anything, I want to face whatever I have done, admit to it and try desperately to make amends. I have asked him over and over what I have done and all he will say is that we never connected on a deep level. The thought that I caused my son even a second of pain or self doubt is beyond painful, more painful than anything my mother has ever done or ever could do.
He recently graduated from college and is staying with us while he gets his feet on the ground. Today is Mother's Day and though he has been home all day he hasn't said a word to me. He just texted me from his room and asked if I could give him a haircut.
Please....any advice or opinions???
I was the scapegoat and my younger brother the golden child. He could do no wrong, I was a horrible sneaky, lying, ungrateful and miserable child. Not once did she ever tell me she loved me, she never hugged me or had a kind word to say to me or about me. Her sole mission in life seemed / seems to be to emotionally destroy me and spread the word about how loathsome and horrid I am.
Just a few examples:
When my son was around a year old my Mother saw him crawling towards the basement door which led to approximately 12 stairs at the bottom of which was solid concrete. I had closed the door and let him down to crawl around and explore. While I was out of the room she opened the door and was gleefully watching him crawl towards the landing of the stairs. If I had not entered the room when I did he would have tumbled down and surely either died or been physically disabled. I was in denial for a very long time about this....surely I had forgotten to close it, surely she didn't see him crawling towards the stairs, but somewhere inside I knew it was true. I couldn't deny seeing her cold eyes and hearing her evil chuckle as I ran to save him. I never brought my children around her or my EF again, and have never forgiven myself for going back. I don't understand it and am deeply ashamed that I didn't stand up for myself or my son, I just ran.
On the lighter end. After her Mother, my NGMA, passed away (My Mother put her in a nursing home within weeks of draining every penny out of her savings account, life insurance my Grandmother had received after my Grandfather passed) she wanted to sell my Grandmother's things in a yard sale. It took about a week to get it all sorted. My Mother didn't lift a finger: she didn't sort, tag, set up....absolutely nothing (and not because she was so torn apart she just couldn't bear to go through her Mother's things, rather that she is a user and expects everyone else to do for her.) Anyway, as I said she did absolutely nothing to help. The day of the sale she came running out to put the wooden gingerbread doll I had made her a few months before as a Christmas gift in the sale. She said it was "whimsical" and she hated whimsical. She pretended she didn't know I had made it for her..... the joy on her face was unmistakable when she saw how hurt I was.
I have a dear wonderful and supportive husband, and two exceptional children, I love them with all of my heart. After the most recent battle on Thanksgiving of last year I went NC with my Mother . I have been going through a very difficult time first discovering what was wrong with her and then dealing with letting her go. Yes, I have been sulky and withdrawn and self involved. It was during this time that my 22 year old son with whom I had always shared a wonderful relationship, or so I thought, told me that I had been abusive towards him. So very devastating! I have searched my soul, meditated, asked my husband and daughter for their honest opinions....and I can come up with nothing, absolutely nothing that points to any type of abuse EVER. I don't want to deny his right to feel as he does or tell him that he doesn't feel what he feels, I just don't get it. I know that as a child of a NM I have some N traits, I'm not perfect, but never, ever have I mistreated my kids. I don't want to deny anything, I want to face whatever I have done, admit to it and try desperately to make amends. I have asked him over and over what I have done and all he will say is that we never connected on a deep level. The thought that I caused my son even a second of pain or self doubt is beyond painful, more painful than anything my mother has ever done or ever could do.
He recently graduated from college and is staying with us while he gets his feet on the ground. Today is Mother's Day and though he has been home all day he hasn't said a word to me. He just texted me from his room and asked if I could give him a haircut.
Please....any advice or opinions???