I'm an adult now, but as a child and teen my mother was a textbook Munchausen by Proxy caregiver, and, feigned mental illness instead of physical illness. Was hoping to hear from others whose MPB caregivers pretended that their children had a mental disorder.
I was always a particularly healthy child, while my siblings would get lice and the chicken pox- by some miracle- even when I was exposed the vast majority of the time I would rarely ever get sick. By the time I was 9 years old, we had moved to a new neighborhood and my mother had to take a job and could no longer continue to be a stay-at-home mother.
My father was always an angry man, but, at this time his rages had gotten out of control. He was like a monster, would come home from work and rage at us for hours, and focusing most of his anger on me, specifically. I don't remember much of these days, but, my aunt said that she lived with us for some time ad told me about how my father would wake me up from sleep just to scream at me, then he'd head off to work and I'd fall back asleep (before my alarm would go off). My father would often stumble in home in a blind rage screaming "where is she? where is shelly?! ", would then find me and continue to rage at me, while the rest of the family would be seated frozen in the middle of dinner. My father is also a child molester, and I'm pretty certain that he didn't diddle my sister, only me.
As a result, while as the youngest child I was already particularly sensitive, I became an anxious and angry child. We could no longer afford all of the past times that I had enjoyed after school before we moved, and so I was often stuck inside of the house at our new home due to extreme weather conditions, ghetto neighborhood kids, and lack of funds for extracurricular activities.
This meant that I stayed home all day after school and was only exposed to my school environment and my toxic home environment with absolutely no healthy outlets. As a result, I became a mouthy and angry child, and, my mother started shopping around for doctors until she found one who would be willing to medicate a 9 year old girl.
For the next 6 years my mother would do her best to convince doctors that I was incredibly mentally ill, to the point where she described me as a nonfunctioning borderline retarded individual in order to silence me and distract onlookers from the abuse going on inside of the house. By the age of 13 I was 200 lbs, thanks to the medication, on lithium, depakote, resperadol, and geodon.
I was so overmedicated at 13 that my bone marrow had begun die, and it caused explosive menstrual cycles, and very nearly left me infertile. (The doctor never attempted to find out if it had, in fact, left me infertile. They just swept it under the rug, skeeze bags)
By the time I was 15, my mother was trying to convince doctors to perform a spinal tap on me, had already given me countless MRI's, sleep studies, countless useless specialists, etc.
Finally, my mother quietly took me off of the medication as soon as my father walked out on us when I was 15. Miraculously, I was fine, a normal teenager again. I went on to have the happiest 2 years of my adolescence just after being taken off of the psychotropic drugs that wrecked my body. During those two years I lost all of the excess weight i had been carrying while on the pills, and have never again been overweight, even as a 23 year old, I still keep a healthy figure.
But, while my mother took me off of the pills, she still kept up the act for school specialists and doctors. She did everything in her power to get me to break the rules so that she could justify sending me away to an out of state institution, which I never did. She assigned me a curfew of 5PM, and would call the police and report her 'mentally disabled child' as missing if I was even 20 minutes late. All of this, while the school staff had learned to just dismiss my mother as MBP, same with the men in my family.
spinal tap, sleep studies, mri's,