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becoming the lastnames by will wood
- Jun 7, 2023
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Ive been living out of my house for a while now, Im taking care of my friends teenage daughter while she's working in Netherlands, because the pay is awful here
My mother at first just took it as a joke, but it was certainly serious, my friend told me to pack up my stuff and go to her after I starved myself enough to go weak at the store she was currently working at. shes amazing, as she basically kept me here for my entire internship free of charge, even sending me money for food and I've been feeling better on a significantly lower dose of SSRIS than I was in junior highschool on, shes a gift for me and I wanna give her a big gift after I earn enough for it.
But this post isn't entirely about her, as I'm still struggling with my mother sometimes calling mea and trying to pity me out of moving away to a completly different city, as both of my siblings don't spend a lot of time at home either, with me being the youngest and moving on quickly as I was able to get a graphic design internship after finishing high school, since in our country you can choose either education, education and work and mostly work with some education. Im pretty sure that I will get a job somewhere, as its a new thing to have small advertising companies around the country now
But I feel like my mom still treats me like a joke, like Ill come back after my unavoidable failure (ha, I'd rather starve to death on the streets than go back to her) and recently she started realizing that there is a chance I will succeed so she decided to try to get me to pity her enough to at least meet up with her again.
Since I was young she was pointing out how I looked, shoving her fingers into my zits or commenting on my weight that I have struggled with since I can remember, with my self esteem taking a great hit from that. Okay, I can take it. She joked about me being a man after I cut my hair a lot shorter- after I joked about it back she beraded me publicly, demanding me not to tell anyone because they will laugh- no matter if its family or friends. That was fine too, I thought it was wreid that I feel that way because of her. After I started going to a psychiatrist she started telling me that I'm doing this to destroy her mentally, eventually asking me if she should kill herself if I hate her so much and it was starting to be too much for me, as she would casually tell me that I should move in with my dad (he had no spare rooms in his flat), that she sees that I dont wanna be around her and that shes a such terrible mother, adding later with a lot of passive agression that she was paying for so much for me, my schools, my food and 'my bills' (i was like. 15. also education is free besides some fees for the community), later changing the topic to how she could make me work at 14, starve me and make me sleep in a basement and how good she is because she is providing basic necessities for me.
She would threaten to throw the cat out the balcony, knowing I loved him dearly, she would berade me every time I asked for money, at some point I mentioned to her that Im earning for most of my things myself with art commisions, she again belittled me and asked me where is my transfer for the bills. she was getting 'okay' amount of alimony from my dad and it would pay most of my expenses, she said its nothing.
With the amount of times she was commenting on how I look, she pushed me to a point where I would either starve myself untill she left, after which I would eat anything I could find in the fridge or make a few sandwitches and clean everything up so she could never tell I ate. I dont even know why I was doing that, I just felt my stomach twist and my hunger dissipating after she saw me get food or she brought any to me (I told her about this issue, she just said that shes my mother and she will keep doing this because its her house)
Many things came down to 'its my house' whenever I asked her not to hug me when I dont expect it, which she kept doing to the point of me avoiding any physical contact with her, I asked her to stop sweetening my deadname, which she was doing on purpose, as even after a psychiatrist visit and me asking her in front of my doctor helped for a few days only and it went back to the house argument. I would start smoking at late 15y/o because at first- it made me feel lightheaded in contrast to the heaviness I constantly was feeling, I dont think she ever found out, but had her suspicions.
I think it all took a turn after coronavirus spread and she would listen to the church too much, going into antisemitism to explain the virus (not even a hyperbole, she said that the jews want to take over our country so they invented corona to take our citizens out and buy all of the land)
It all could have gone differently, I asked her to apologize, which she did with even more self centered texts like 'oh sorry for being a stressed single mom', 'but you made me hit you' or the most textbook gaslightings like 'I didnt mean for you to feel that way' and 'It wasnt what I had on my mind' (with the second one being that one time she told me she will kick me out of the house 'if im such an adult', all because I was sent an automatic letter from the bank, informing me that my and my mothers accounts are now dissconected from each other, she also wouldnt register that it was automatic and I didnt do anything no matter how many times I said it, later saying she only did it because she wanted to send me money if I ran out of it, which she never did before, even on a different side- she was giving me less money because my sister was sometimes making me little transfers. The money I needed to get to a different city so I could study)
I tried to explain to her that I dont care about her intent, which sounded dumb and baseless and just wanted her to apologize without adding anything, to which she would either only say 'sorry' or keep on with her lengthy explanation why she was hurting me so much, after I confronted her about her jumping out with suicide threats without a bigger reason she said she 'wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine' I never mentioned to her I was suicidal. The school psychologist told it to our teacher and she passed that info. When I vented about it to my sister she said that she once told it to her and I realized why my mom was so 'sure' I did tell her that, she either just projected it onto me or lied on the spot hoping I would just accept it
I know she had problems, but she just passed it down to me and my siblings.
Well, finally its time for today
She called me some time ago with her 'ask me whats wrong' tone, saying later (unprompted) that she is depressed and she should go to a doctor
What she wanted me to say then? I just told her to go and she kept on saying how shes weak and unable to take care of herself. and it was the moment I got angry. I started repeating everything that she told me in my childhood, as well as the fact that just a year ago she was saying she doesnt need a therapist because she feels great, that depression is just laziness and lack of will, that god can cure it, I told her that I still had some flyers she gave me years ago about how your diet makes you depressed, told her to go on a stroll and she would feel better. Suddenly she was just making 'mhm' noises because I knew that she had nothing else to say. She expected me to treat her better than she did me just because she tried to fill in a broken bridge with expensive things she would sometimes buy me (unprompted as well, but I cant think of many instances of that, except for my phone and a big music player with sorroundsound when I asked for a radio so I could play my cds, as well as my laptop that she outright said that I now have to listen to her or she would take it away, with 'listening' being detransitioning socially and taking all of her insults without a negative reaction, at some point I just stopped feeling any kinds of dopamine rushes because I knew she wanted something and I started feeling more scared of it than anything)
She always says she never meant wrong, but she did do it. She wont apologize like a normal person because she has to be in the right. I know that some of her shit goes back to before I was born from what my father told me, maybe thats why she was making me feel like he was the root of all evil for such a long time
I will be moving in with my best friend and her family soon, Im stressed, as I still starve myself and seek self destruction, from swallowing pills with alcohol to contemplating getting high off perscription drugs, mid-hard drugs in general and realized she got into my head again, Im repeating myself everything she told me about everything going terrible. As much as Im unemployed now, I feel like Im loosing entire portions of my days, with this constantly persistent thought of me spiraling just before I was supposed to be the best me to get settled in a completly new place and start fresh. But every single thing puts me out of any sense of composure I thought I had and I really feel like killing myself is the best way out.
Sorry for the long post and thank to anyone who heard me out, goodnight
My mother at first just took it as a joke, but it was certainly serious, my friend told me to pack up my stuff and go to her after I starved myself enough to go weak at the store she was currently working at. shes amazing, as she basically kept me here for my entire internship free of charge, even sending me money for food and I've been feeling better on a significantly lower dose of SSRIS than I was in junior highschool on, shes a gift for me and I wanna give her a big gift after I earn enough for it.
But this post isn't entirely about her, as I'm still struggling with my mother sometimes calling mea and trying to pity me out of moving away to a completly different city, as both of my siblings don't spend a lot of time at home either, with me being the youngest and moving on quickly as I was able to get a graphic design internship after finishing high school, since in our country you can choose either education, education and work and mostly work with some education. Im pretty sure that I will get a job somewhere, as its a new thing to have small advertising companies around the country now
But I feel like my mom still treats me like a joke, like Ill come back after my unavoidable failure (ha, I'd rather starve to death on the streets than go back to her) and recently she started realizing that there is a chance I will succeed so she decided to try to get me to pity her enough to at least meet up with her again.
Since I was young she was pointing out how I looked, shoving her fingers into my zits or commenting on my weight that I have struggled with since I can remember, with my self esteem taking a great hit from that. Okay, I can take it. She joked about me being a man after I cut my hair a lot shorter- after I joked about it back she beraded me publicly, demanding me not to tell anyone because they will laugh- no matter if its family or friends. That was fine too, I thought it was wreid that I feel that way because of her. After I started going to a psychiatrist she started telling me that I'm doing this to destroy her mentally, eventually asking me if she should kill herself if I hate her so much and it was starting to be too much for me, as she would casually tell me that I should move in with my dad (he had no spare rooms in his flat), that she sees that I dont wanna be around her and that shes a such terrible mother, adding later with a lot of passive agression that she was paying for so much for me, my schools, my food and 'my bills' (i was like. 15. also education is free besides some fees for the community), later changing the topic to how she could make me work at 14, starve me and make me sleep in a basement and how good she is because she is providing basic necessities for me.
She would threaten to throw the cat out the balcony, knowing I loved him dearly, she would berade me every time I asked for money, at some point I mentioned to her that Im earning for most of my things myself with art commisions, she again belittled me and asked me where is my transfer for the bills. she was getting 'okay' amount of alimony from my dad and it would pay most of my expenses, she said its nothing.
With the amount of times she was commenting on how I look, she pushed me to a point where I would either starve myself untill she left, after which I would eat anything I could find in the fridge or make a few sandwitches and clean everything up so she could never tell I ate. I dont even know why I was doing that, I just felt my stomach twist and my hunger dissipating after she saw me get food or she brought any to me (I told her about this issue, she just said that shes my mother and she will keep doing this because its her house)
Many things came down to 'its my house' whenever I asked her not to hug me when I dont expect it, which she kept doing to the point of me avoiding any physical contact with her, I asked her to stop sweetening my deadname, which she was doing on purpose, as even after a psychiatrist visit and me asking her in front of my doctor helped for a few days only and it went back to the house argument. I would start smoking at late 15y/o because at first- it made me feel lightheaded in contrast to the heaviness I constantly was feeling, I dont think she ever found out, but had her suspicions.
I think it all took a turn after coronavirus spread and she would listen to the church too much, going into antisemitism to explain the virus (not even a hyperbole, she said that the jews want to take over our country so they invented corona to take our citizens out and buy all of the land)
It all could have gone differently, I asked her to apologize, which she did with even more self centered texts like 'oh sorry for being a stressed single mom', 'but you made me hit you' or the most textbook gaslightings like 'I didnt mean for you to feel that way' and 'It wasnt what I had on my mind' (with the second one being that one time she told me she will kick me out of the house 'if im such an adult', all because I was sent an automatic letter from the bank, informing me that my and my mothers accounts are now dissconected from each other, she also wouldnt register that it was automatic and I didnt do anything no matter how many times I said it, later saying she only did it because she wanted to send me money if I ran out of it, which she never did before, even on a different side- she was giving me less money because my sister was sometimes making me little transfers. The money I needed to get to a different city so I could study)
I tried to explain to her that I dont care about her intent, which sounded dumb and baseless and just wanted her to apologize without adding anything, to which she would either only say 'sorry' or keep on with her lengthy explanation why she was hurting me so much, after I confronted her about her jumping out with suicide threats without a bigger reason she said she 'wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine' I never mentioned to her I was suicidal. The school psychologist told it to our teacher and she passed that info. When I vented about it to my sister she said that she once told it to her and I realized why my mom was so 'sure' I did tell her that, she either just projected it onto me or lied on the spot hoping I would just accept it
I know she had problems, but she just passed it down to me and my siblings.
Well, finally its time for today
She called me some time ago with her 'ask me whats wrong' tone, saying later (unprompted) that she is depressed and she should go to a doctor
What she wanted me to say then? I just told her to go and she kept on saying how shes weak and unable to take care of herself. and it was the moment I got angry. I started repeating everything that she told me in my childhood, as well as the fact that just a year ago she was saying she doesnt need a therapist because she feels great, that depression is just laziness and lack of will, that god can cure it, I told her that I still had some flyers she gave me years ago about how your diet makes you depressed, told her to go on a stroll and she would feel better. Suddenly she was just making 'mhm' noises because I knew that she had nothing else to say. She expected me to treat her better than she did me just because she tried to fill in a broken bridge with expensive things she would sometimes buy me (unprompted as well, but I cant think of many instances of that, except for my phone and a big music player with sorroundsound when I asked for a radio so I could play my cds, as well as my laptop that she outright said that I now have to listen to her or she would take it away, with 'listening' being detransitioning socially and taking all of her insults without a negative reaction, at some point I just stopped feeling any kinds of dopamine rushes because I knew she wanted something and I started feeling more scared of it than anything)
She always says she never meant wrong, but she did do it. She wont apologize like a normal person because she has to be in the right. I know that some of her shit goes back to before I was born from what my father told me, maybe thats why she was making me feel like he was the root of all evil for such a long time
I will be moving in with my best friend and her family soon, Im stressed, as I still starve myself and seek self destruction, from swallowing pills with alcohol to contemplating getting high off perscription drugs, mid-hard drugs in general and realized she got into my head again, Im repeating myself everything she told me about everything going terrible. As much as Im unemployed now, I feel like Im loosing entire portions of my days, with this constantly persistent thought of me spiraling just before I was supposed to be the best me to get settled in a completly new place and start fresh. But every single thing puts me out of any sense of composure I thought I had and I really feel like killing myself is the best way out.
Sorry for the long post and thank to anyone who heard me out, goodnight