My daughter is 16 years old and has been diagnosed with many things; some diagnoses she embraces and some she rejects. She is not a diagnosis, but a cluster of symptoms, many of which resemble traits of Borderline Personality Disorder.
She has severe social anxiety and had been diagnosed with ADHD. These are labels she embraces. Everything else she does not.
Living with her is like hell on earth for me. She has many triggers that seem hairline. She is reactive and extremely punitive. She says she has PTSD because I abused her and am toxic. I have dug deep into my heart, I have dug deep in therapy. I begged for an answer for what is wrong with me, so I can fix it. But professionals and friends have said to me in essence that I should not allow someone to project their issues onto me and that I am not the provocateur. She needs to adjust her perspective or we won't be able to have a health productive relationship that is solution oriented. It's about narratives. I believe this, but what other thing could it also be.
My daughter has cut herself. She breaks things. She has no boundaries. If you try to set boundaries, she gets very reactive. She often threatens me with Hobbsiean choices. She threatens to kill herself or me. She's assaulted me in the past with injuries severe enough that I needed a CAT scan. She was hospitalized once, but they didn't keep her long enough to treat her properly. The entire affair and the aftermath was mismanaged by the mental health system so she refuses to get help, won't do therapy and I can't make her attend. She won't do it. What that means for me is that the only thing I can do is change myself. Everything I have done to that end, hasn't helped. She is unwilling to give an inch.
At the moment, she has run away from home. I know she is safely with a friend but I don't know where exactly. I have told her that I am legally obliged to call the cops on her. I feel relief that she isn't at home and I'm not under constant siege for her unpredictable behavior.
She wants me to admit to abusing her and all kinds of things that an average person would not consider abusive. Her latest is being asked to be accountable to using other people's possessions without their consent. Her justification: Well I needed it. My justification: It's not yours, it's mine and I needed it when you had it without my permission.
I haven't been a perfect parent but no one is. There were times when I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to meet her needs. That's abuse from her perspective. She felt unseen, unheard and neglected. And perhaps she needed more than the average child. Either way, I did my best with the tools I had at the time. Her demands as a baby seemed to be pervasive and never ending. She was never satisfied and always needed more. Not only did I have very little help but obviously not well suited for helicopter parenting.
But I was always there, every school play, every doctor's appointment, every weekend taking her somewhere fun for her, every parent conference. i did the best I could. What I wasn't? I wasn't a parent who said yes to a lot of spending, because I didn't have it. That was abusive to her because she was deprived of having things she thought she deserved. The reality is, she had more than many kids had.
She tells me it doesn't matter what perspective I have on any time or event. All it matters is how she perceives it and that I should care about that. I do care about it even if I don't understand how one would interpret things the way she has. But, there is no wiggle room here. It's black and white. Any grey, any ambiguity or any task that is not executed perfectly, in her eyes is a big fail and proof that I don't love her and that I am toxic. And of course, success criteria is something fuzzy that she can't even define herself, but she wants me to understand it, and show it to her. So I am tasked at doing things, apologizing for, for things she can't even articulate herself.
So my dilemma:
The mental health system failed her. She didn't get the care she needed and now she won't go to therapy.
Hospitalization did nothing but drop her back in my lap and worsen her behavior. She's very good at convincing people that she isn't dangerous to herself or others because she knows what to say to get out of being held in an institution.
She lives with me and threatens to hurt me or herself almost every day. She has done it in front of me and to me. Some of the things she has done to me can be sadistic. Example: Not letting me use the only bathroom we had in the house forcing me to go to the bathroom in the kitchen. Locking me in that same bathroom when it was above 90 degrees for three hours and not letting me out just because she doesn't like me. Hitting me with heavy bottom drinking glass in my face, stamping on my foot and breaking it, telling me every day that I am worthless and abusive and that no one will ever love me because I am an awful person.
This is what I am living with. I'm responsible for her till she's 21. I love her and I try to do so unconditionally. Nothing I do has an impact on her softening toward me. It's really hard to show her the love she needs when she treats me this way and she can tell when I am "sucking it up." which may be a form of self=abuse on my part, but it is also a sign that I am doing my best not to judge her for her frankly, outrageous behavior. And honestly, I'm at the point that I would be OK if she left and never came back. (As long as she wasn't dead or in severe trouble.) If she would be more happy without me, I'm willing to let our relationship go. But, I don't think she will be happy, I'm just her excuse for avoiding dealing with her issues. Kicking her out, even if I legally could, would prove her narratives that she isn't loved. Letting her remain means I subject myself to contant physical and emotional abuse while she does whatever she wants.
I really don't know what to do at this point. I don't know how to help her. I am miserable living with her. She's miserable with me. She doesn't have anywhere else she can go. (She can't go to her father or grandparents. We have no other family.) I honestly believe she won't start doing the work until reality kicks her in the behind and she is forced to be reflective and introspective.
Can any one offer any insights?