What has surprised me is just how many people are unfortunate enough to have suffered from being brought up by a toxic, or very difficult, parent. These parents seem to be mothers in most cases. Certainly in my case. There are several threads running on this theme at the moment, and there have been others before. I’m pleased that I’ve found others who have been, and still are, in the same situation as myself regarding difficult parents, but I’m sorry for those posters because they’re in the same boat as myself. It’s so, so difficult to admit that you’ve been bullied and belittled all your life and never had the spunk to admit it. Maybe, like myself, others have pretended that their mother was a normal mother, and yet I knew she wasn’t from around ten years of age. I knew she didn’t behave like other mothers and I felt less valuable in her eyes than other children appeared to be to their mothers. When she started to criticise all my friends, and all my boyfriends, and I noticed she criticised all my sister’s friends, and all her boyfriends, as we reached our teens, I knew this wasn’t normal, but I didn’t stand up to her. I didn’t stand up to her later when she criticised my husband, our parenting of our children, and even our children. I didn’t stand up to her when she criticised our home, and said my husband would make a good Nazi, and my children would be good Nazi children because they were very blond, or when she criticised how I looked or had my hair. When I got my first car, a secondhand car, she said it could be stolen! (It wasn’t.) I didn’t object when she pushed by child up against a wall and pinned him there at ten years old because she didn’t like an opinion he expressed. Or, or, or, it goes on, I could fill a book.
Sorry for rant.