NiceCupOfTea said...
First, a quick update on my situation. I'm having a small bowel MRI on 5th February to check for small bowel Crohn's 'cos the pain has got worse. It's really eating into my sleep and quality of life. My pooping habits haven't improved. In the last week alone, I've had two accidents - luckily both were when I was at home. I'm getting increasingly tired of this, in all senses of the word.
Anyway, today I went with my mum to her friend's house. For dinner we go out to a thai restaurant. We've been there a couple of times before and the food is basic but very good. My mum and her friend have been drinking beforehand and are already drunk by the time we get to the restaurant. It used to be that we would get a takeaway in, but that was when her husband was still alive. Now we go out for a meal instead, where the friend is always in imminent danger of taking mortal offense at something and making a scene - this was what happened a few weeks ago in a Harvester's, where she took offense at an offhand remark a waiter made.
As hideously embarrassing as Harvester's was, tonight was a million times worse. For a start it got deeply personal - against me. Our main courses had arrived and I was eating my chicken penang. The friend asked if I was going to go to Spain in Easter - an aunt of mine has invited me over there. Initially I was keen to go, but weeks of sleep deprivation and pain have cooled the initial ardour, and now I'm really not sure about going. I said something like I'm not sure to the friend.
My memory goes blank here. All I remember is that the friend doesn't seem happy with my reply but drops it for a few minutes. She asks me about it again. I'm not keen to talk about it. I muttered something about my health and the friend says I can get insurance for that. My mum says, "she doesn't mean that, S____", and then the friend starts lecturing me about how I shouldn't let that hold me back, that life was for living, etc. At this point I start to feel majorly stressed - I cannot stand people pressuring me. Think I bring up sleep deprivation and pain and how nobody understands what it's like. I get a "other people have it worse than you, darling" in response. I'm like, I don't care.
I'm realising now how much of this conversation I must have already blanked out. The friend accuses me of being pissy when to my mind she was the one who started on me and sounded pissy and aggrieved first. After that point, things stopped cascading downhill and crashed through rock bottom instead. I get more and more upset. The friend gets more and more on her high dudgeon. She stalks out without a word. My utterly drunk mum not only didn't stick up for me, she blamed me entirely and said the friend had done nothing wrong. She (my mum) is like ice: cold, with not a single kind word to say. Just pursed lips and disapproval.
The friend comes back in at that point and I'm not exaggerating when I say that the two of them gang up against me. Two drunk women who can't hold their drink in the slightest. I just completely lose it and start crying: they - loving every moment of it I am sure - tut tut at me and say the other people in the restaurant don't want to hear this. (By this time, it's an almost empty restaurant and only one other table is occupied.) I kept on bringing up Harvester's and how they didn't mind spoiling things for other people then, but they didn't even bother to pretend to address that.
At this point, utterly distraught, I phoned my friend. Thank god she was in. She was so, so, so good. Spent ages on the phone talking to me, very gradually calming me down. The mum and the friend piss off halfway through this, stalking past me without a word.
Oh yes I remember something now. I told my mum in the utmost anger I was sick and tired of being everyone's fallguy - hers, my dad's, her friend's. They can create scenes with impunity, moan endlessly, etc. and nothing is said by anyone. The minute I do the same I'm roundly condemned for my "apalling" behaviour, how could I behave like this, etc. etc.?
Eventually I just drove home, alone of course.
I just feel so desolate when something like this happens. I only moved out of the parental home last year, at the age of 40. Emotionally I'm still as dependent on them as a child is, 'cos thanks to the lovely asperger's, depression and crohn's, I was never able to leave home at a normal age, hold down a job, meet a partner, form my own family and become independent. It's a constant source of sadness for me. My parents are psychological screw-ups - with my dad, it's always been blatantly obvious, everyone talks about it (behind his back). With my mum, it's not at all obvious, apart from the excessive drinking. And she is ridiculously defensive about that, so nobody mentions it. But I've come to the conclusion that my mum can be a pretty darned toxic person in her own right: she really does dump every single 'bad' emotion onto me and goes ice-cold on me when I'm at my most distressed.
I'm sorry, I can't afford a therapist. Confessing to HW is as close as it gets for me. I actually would be quite keen to have weekly psychotherapy.
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This made me angry, if I were you I would quit contact with her after this and tell her why.
A person is not allowed to complain because "some people have it worse"...