Wendy31
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It's hard for me to come back to this thread. And, OP, I'm sorry for hijacking your thread. But maybe this will give you examples of how people are affected by anxiety in different ways.
I think, yes, parents do & say things they regret... due to anger, frustration, impatience, whatever. It's just part of being a parent. The job is terrifically & exhaustingly hard sometimes. And we try to do the best we can. Even trying the best we can, mistakes are made.
When you get older & have your own kids, you start to understand your own parents a little better & extend a little grace & forgiveness. And I think I have.
My sister was once complaining to me about our mother, & I told her that she had to get to the point in her own life where she started to see our mom, not as a "our mom" but as an adult, a fellow woman, & start to relate to her more on an adult level, if that makes sense. I also told her that she had to let go of the past & realize our mom was never going to be the kind of of mom that you went to for life advice. "Mom, how long do I need to cook this chicken for?" advice, yes. But not any kind of life wisdom. She's not the comforting mom that freely gives out hugs & sweet life lessons. She would be the cliche Tiger Mom, & we're not Asian American.
It's funny. When I saw the posts saying things like, "well, yes, parents say things like that sometimes" & "you've learned how to get over it & deal w/ it as an adult" & "that's the way it was in the 70s & 80s", it doesn't make me mad, & I'm not offended or upset that these things were said. It just confirms "stuff" for me.
I've been a quiet, good little girl my whole life. Straight As. Never any demerits. Rule-follower. And I learned to get over things & not call attention to myself & not cause a scene.
I attended a very small, Christian school w/ a lot of legalistic rules. I learned to a be a people-pleaser. But there was never a day where I wasn't nervous or anxious about something. (And it's interesting to me that 3 of the girls w/ whom I went to school who had similar personalities to mine have all, at one point, ended up in therapy.)
I started getting migraines when I was 7 years old. I was afraid to tell anyone, so I always ended up throwing up. Many times, I'd be sick & not make it to the toilet. And I'd get yelled at for the mess. Anyway, I had migraines for years (still do), but "a fuss" was never made over me. When I was in junior high, my best friend started getting migraines, &, oh, y'all should have seen the fuss & how much attention she got whenever she had a headache. I once spent the night w/ a friend on the same day that our report cards went home. When we got to her house, her mother wanted to see her report card. And, when she saw the As on her daughter's report card, there was such a celebration!! She clapped her hands & threw her arms around her daughter. My report card received a "Good job. Why is Math an A- this quarter though?" When I broke my wrist, I just broke my wrist & life carried on. When others had accidents, it was always more serious & always garnered more attention.
I'm not explaining myself very well. And this all sounds so very much like sour grapes, I know! It's not that I wanted attention. Maybe acknowledgement instead? For someone to see me? To think I was important too?
I guess my anxiety is the same way. (And I know "anxiety" is a current buzz word. Everyone has it. Everyone talks about it now.) I don't talk about it or show it because I don't cause a scene & because I get over it. In others, it's a real thing. W/ me, it's an excuse. Or it feels that way. And, so, when y'all made those comments... it was like, "Well, that's how it's been for me my whole life!" LOL!
And the comments here... I don't know... confuse me & have me questioning myself. Were the things my mom said & did really okay &, deep inside, I'm still filtering it through a child's eyes? I know there are a lot of grown adults who blame their parents for their issues, & I don't want to be that person.
I think I have come to terms w/ it. I'm happily married w/ 3 wonderful children. And I relate to my mother on a different level now.
But I still remember her raging & screaming & crying & throwing things & slamming doors. Little things would just set her off. I remember screeching out the driveway w/ tires squealing & driving really fast & slamming brakes at red lights. One morning, on the way to school, I was sitting in the front seat, & she hit me on the mouth. In some of her rages, I was called "stupid". Once she told me I never should have been born because she never should have been a mother. And, always, later, she'd apologize.
I remember too picnics in the living room & playing board games as a family. She worked a very hard, stressful job for over 40 years & would come home every night & make dinner. She made sure we had clean clothes. She was at every ballgame to watch me cheer, at all my plays & choir performances, & any other special event. She helped at school. She drove us to piano practices. We went on vacations.
She did homework w/ us every night, & we weren't done w/ homework until everything was absolutely correct. I dreaded going over spelling words w/ her. Our papers & reports had to be perfect.
I also remember the Mother's Day I had used my own money to buy her gift. I wrapped it up in several layers of tissue before finally wrapping the outer box. I ended up using a lot of tape. The first thing she said to me, "What a waste! I can't believe you used so much paper & tape."
But, then, I also remember a New Year's Eve, when she fixed a really fancy 4-course dinner for us, & we ate by candlelight.
She also worried a lot & there were lots of things we couldn't do because she was too worried. There's an old Reba McIntyre song that says, "Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt..." And, when I heard it the first time, I thought, "Oh, that's me & mom."
And, when she became a grandmother, she became a completely different person. I often think she first saw my DD as her 2nd chance. And, for a while, I just let her take over & bond so significantly w/ DD that I was like a leftover person in DD's life. And I regret it now, & I am, I will admit, bitter about it as well.
I could never talk to my mom about any of this. She's very emotionally fragile. When I've ever made any kind of comment, she says, "Well, I'm sorry you think I was such a bad mom."
So, yes, I have come to terms w/ who she is, & who I am. And I love her. In many ways, she was a good mother, I think.
But that doesn't mean that I was not affected. It doesn't mean that my mom's anxiety & other issues didn't affect me &, as hard as it to say, damage me.
And there was one instance when DD was really young, & I was stressed & anxious about something, &, before I could stop myself, I was just screaming. And I remember thinking, "Oh my god. I am my mom. And I will NOT do this to her." And the guilt literally made me sick. I loathed myself.
As I've gotten older, I've actually gotten calmer & more patient w/ my kids. But I still worry so much about what my anxiety has done to them.
I think, yes, parents do & say things they regret... due to anger, frustration, impatience, whatever. It's just part of being a parent. The job is terrifically & exhaustingly hard sometimes. And we try to do the best we can. Even trying the best we can, mistakes are made.
When you get older & have your own kids, you start to understand your own parents a little better & extend a little grace & forgiveness. And I think I have.
My sister was once complaining to me about our mother, & I told her that she had to get to the point in her own life where she started to see our mom, not as a "our mom" but as an adult, a fellow woman, & start to relate to her more on an adult level, if that makes sense. I also told her that she had to let go of the past & realize our mom was never going to be the kind of of mom that you went to for life advice. "Mom, how long do I need to cook this chicken for?" advice, yes. But not any kind of life wisdom. She's not the comforting mom that freely gives out hugs & sweet life lessons. She would be the cliche Tiger Mom, & we're not Asian American.
It's funny. When I saw the posts saying things like, "well, yes, parents say things like that sometimes" & "you've learned how to get over it & deal w/ it as an adult" & "that's the way it was in the 70s & 80s", it doesn't make me mad, & I'm not offended or upset that these things were said. It just confirms "stuff" for me.
I've been a quiet, good little girl my whole life. Straight As. Never any demerits. Rule-follower. And I learned to get over things & not call attention to myself & not cause a scene.
I attended a very small, Christian school w/ a lot of legalistic rules. I learned to a be a people-pleaser. But there was never a day where I wasn't nervous or anxious about something. (And it's interesting to me that 3 of the girls w/ whom I went to school who had similar personalities to mine have all, at one point, ended up in therapy.)
I started getting migraines when I was 7 years old. I was afraid to tell anyone, so I always ended up throwing up. Many times, I'd be sick & not make it to the toilet. And I'd get yelled at for the mess. Anyway, I had migraines for years (still do), but "a fuss" was never made over me. When I was in junior high, my best friend started getting migraines, &, oh, y'all should have seen the fuss & how much attention she got whenever she had a headache. I once spent the night w/ a friend on the same day that our report cards went home. When we got to her house, her mother wanted to see her report card. And, when she saw the As on her daughter's report card, there was such a celebration!! She clapped her hands & threw her arms around her daughter. My report card received a "Good job. Why is Math an A- this quarter though?" When I broke my wrist, I just broke my wrist & life carried on. When others had accidents, it was always more serious & always garnered more attention.
I'm not explaining myself very well. And this all sounds so very much like sour grapes, I know! It's not that I wanted attention. Maybe acknowledgement instead? For someone to see me? To think I was important too?
I guess my anxiety is the same way. (And I know "anxiety" is a current buzz word. Everyone has it. Everyone talks about it now.) I don't talk about it or show it because I don't cause a scene & because I get over it. In others, it's a real thing. W/ me, it's an excuse. Or it feels that way. And, so, when y'all made those comments... it was like, "Well, that's how it's been for me my whole life!" LOL!
And the comments here... I don't know... confuse me & have me questioning myself. Were the things my mom said & did really okay &, deep inside, I'm still filtering it through a child's eyes? I know there are a lot of grown adults who blame their parents for their issues, & I don't want to be that person.
I think I have come to terms w/ it. I'm happily married w/ 3 wonderful children. And I relate to my mother on a different level now.
But I still remember her raging & screaming & crying & throwing things & slamming doors. Little things would just set her off. I remember screeching out the driveway w/ tires squealing & driving really fast & slamming brakes at red lights. One morning, on the way to school, I was sitting in the front seat, & she hit me on the mouth. In some of her rages, I was called "stupid". Once she told me I never should have been born because she never should have been a mother. And, always, later, she'd apologize.
I remember too picnics in the living room & playing board games as a family. She worked a very hard, stressful job for over 40 years & would come home every night & make dinner. She made sure we had clean clothes. She was at every ballgame to watch me cheer, at all my plays & choir performances, & any other special event. She helped at school. She drove us to piano practices. We went on vacations.
She did homework w/ us every night, & we weren't done w/ homework until everything was absolutely correct. I dreaded going over spelling words w/ her. Our papers & reports had to be perfect.
I also remember the Mother's Day I had used my own money to buy her gift. I wrapped it up in several layers of tissue before finally wrapping the outer box. I ended up using a lot of tape. The first thing she said to me, "What a waste! I can't believe you used so much paper & tape."
But, then, I also remember a New Year's Eve, when she fixed a really fancy 4-course dinner for us, & we ate by candlelight.
She also worried a lot & there were lots of things we couldn't do because she was too worried. There's an old Reba McIntyre song that says, "Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt..." And, when I heard it the first time, I thought, "Oh, that's me & mom."
And, when she became a grandmother, she became a completely different person. I often think she first saw my DD as her 2nd chance. And, for a while, I just let her take over & bond so significantly w/ DD that I was like a leftover person in DD's life. And I regret it now, & I am, I will admit, bitter about it as well.
I could never talk to my mom about any of this. She's very emotionally fragile. When I've ever made any kind of comment, she says, "Well, I'm sorry you think I was such a bad mom."
So, yes, I have come to terms w/ who she is, & who I am. And I love her. In many ways, she was a good mother, I think.
But that doesn't mean that I was not affected. It doesn't mean that my mom's anxiety & other issues didn't affect me &, as hard as it to say, damage me.
And there was one instance when DD was really young, & I was stressed & anxious about something, &, before I could stop myself, I was just screaming. And I remember thinking, "Oh my god. I am my mom. And I will NOT do this to her." And the guilt literally made me sick. I loathed myself.
As I've gotten older, I've actually gotten calmer & more patient w/ my kids. But I still worry so much about what my anxiety has done to them.
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