That was harder to say than I thought it would be. Wanted to change "hate" to "dislike" but hate is what I feel.
To say it (or type it) brings out self-doubt. I think to myself, how could I hate my own mother? She is charming, intelligent, persuasive, everyone likes her and she gave birth to me. She has been good to me at times in my life and done things for me when I asked her to. All she has ever wanted was the best for me. How could I be so ungrateful?
But I still hate her. I am male and I think my feelings towards her have affected my relationships with women. I don't fully understand why and I continue to doubt myself and how I could hate this person that so many people admire and talk so fondly about. But the fact is that I do.
What do I do?
What if she is actually a good person and I am a bad person? I don't know how to tell.
All I know is that I have emotional problems, my brother committed suicide, my dad went insane the last 7-8 years of his life and his rage was directed at my mother, and my sister can't stand her either. She thinks she is perfect and accepts no responsibility whatsoever. She creates illusions with words and claims they are true. When faced with the truth she denies, lies and blames others.
I see her as a fraud and socialite who puts on airs to maintain her illusions. I think my anger partly stems from her efforts to coerce me to live her illusions with her because that gives them credibility that she needs to keep them up. Meanwhile, I struggle to live the truth and not live in denial about who I am.
At age 58 this is the hardest work I have ever done, but unfortunately, I have no allies. I've tried three different therapists. My health insurance does not offer a co-pay so I have to self-pay, but most of the other therapists around here will not offer a sliding scale arrangement for people like me. I understand they have to make a living and pay the rent.
I've written essays about this and it is not recent. Throughout my life, going back to childhood, I've had angry outbursts. Both of my siblings abused me (physically and I suspect sexually) my father was often cruel and enjoyed scaring me (to which I was very sensitive) and my mother did nothing. She was rarely a direct abuser but she did it by proxy. That is, she never intervened even if she witnessed the abuse. I think it was a power thing for her to control me but without ever raising her hand. In my opinion, that is serious psychological abuse. Her form of abuse was emotional - withdraw, ignore, and occasionally insult, but always with good intentions. "But I had to do that (or say that) ... I didn't have any choice." I can remember being tormented by my older brother and my sister. I was too small to stand up to them and if I did that was when the abuse really started. But I was plenty angry so I would hold the anger in until something happened and I would lash out. As I got older I learned to just hold it in and became passive - then depressed.
Now it is time to do something different. My father is dead, my brother is dead, my sister can't hurt me (and I've recently stood up to her) and my mother had dementia.
The thing about dementia is that it rips the veil off of a naturally deceitful and abusive personality. That is what has happened with my mother. There is very little of her old facade left. She can keep it up for a few minutes, but the cracks appear after a few minutes. But I still wonder sometimes. Am I seeing this clearly? Is this my own evil I am projecting onto my mother? The facts seem to tell me otherwise, but I can't help but wonder.
This was more than I started out to write.
I'm not sure I know how to get over this on my own. I've got to find someone to help me sort this out. Maybe I am crazy and that's why I've had two failed marriages and two failed occupations.
To say it (or type it) brings out self-doubt. I think to myself, how could I hate my own mother? She is charming, intelligent, persuasive, everyone likes her and she gave birth to me. She has been good to me at times in my life and done things for me when I asked her to. All she has ever wanted was the best for me. How could I be so ungrateful?
But I still hate her. I am male and I think my feelings towards her have affected my relationships with women. I don't fully understand why and I continue to doubt myself and how I could hate this person that so many people admire and talk so fondly about. But the fact is that I do.
What do I do?
What if she is actually a good person and I am a bad person? I don't know how to tell.
All I know is that I have emotional problems, my brother committed suicide, my dad went insane the last 7-8 years of his life and his rage was directed at my mother, and my sister can't stand her either. She thinks she is perfect and accepts no responsibility whatsoever. She creates illusions with words and claims they are true. When faced with the truth she denies, lies and blames others.
I see her as a fraud and socialite who puts on airs to maintain her illusions. I think my anger partly stems from her efforts to coerce me to live her illusions with her because that gives them credibility that she needs to keep them up. Meanwhile, I struggle to live the truth and not live in denial about who I am.
At age 58 this is the hardest work I have ever done, but unfortunately, I have no allies. I've tried three different therapists. My health insurance does not offer a co-pay so I have to self-pay, but most of the other therapists around here will not offer a sliding scale arrangement for people like me. I understand they have to make a living and pay the rent.
I've written essays about this and it is not recent. Throughout my life, going back to childhood, I've had angry outbursts. Both of my siblings abused me (physically and I suspect sexually) my father was often cruel and enjoyed scaring me (to which I was very sensitive) and my mother did nothing. She was rarely a direct abuser but she did it by proxy. That is, she never intervened even if she witnessed the abuse. I think it was a power thing for her to control me but without ever raising her hand. In my opinion, that is serious psychological abuse. Her form of abuse was emotional - withdraw, ignore, and occasionally insult, but always with good intentions. "But I had to do that (or say that) ... I didn't have any choice." I can remember being tormented by my older brother and my sister. I was too small to stand up to them and if I did that was when the abuse really started. But I was plenty angry so I would hold the anger in until something happened and I would lash out. As I got older I learned to just hold it in and became passive - then depressed.
Now it is time to do something different. My father is dead, my brother is dead, my sister can't hurt me (and I've recently stood up to her) and my mother had dementia.
The thing about dementia is that it rips the veil off of a naturally deceitful and abusive personality. That is what has happened with my mother. There is very little of her old facade left. She can keep it up for a few minutes, but the cracks appear after a few minutes. But I still wonder sometimes. Am I seeing this clearly? Is this my own evil I am projecting onto my mother? The facts seem to tell me otherwise, but I can't help but wonder.
This was more than I started out to write.
I'm not sure I know how to get over this on my own. I've got to find someone to help me sort this out. Maybe I am crazy and that's why I've had two failed marriages and two failed occupations.