by MsIndependent » Sun Apr 26, 2015 8:12 pm
Sometimes I think I'm just being overly sensitive, but when I read the descriptions of HPD I'm almost positive they describe my mother. I'm in my 40's now and live on the opposite side of the country from her, but having her around sets off anxiety for me. And for the time being, I need to have her around from time to time to stay with my son (age 12) while I travel for work.
It sounds so petty when I describe the problems, but drives me absolutely batty. She's quite theatrical -- everything is overplayed for impact, and then she'll look around to see who was watching/listening. Often, I can tell that I'm the one she's trying to impress because she'll actually turn and watch me for my reaction to something going on, rather than the actual thing going on. Honestly, I'm constantly being watched and copied. If we're at a restaurant and I order before her, she will ALWAYS just sigh and close her menu and order the same thing as me. Even when I order something I know she doesn't like. If there's a 3rd party around talking with me, she'll often participate in the conversation by repeating the exact same thing I just said, immediately after me, so it's like we just happened to have the exact same thing at the exact same time.
She's not sexualized in the typical sense though. She likes to dress and do her hair dramatically (hairstyle being exactly the same style as one of her sisters). But she's enmeshed with my brother, who is (go figure) 37, single and never even been on a date). He lives in his own house a couple of miles from my parents, which she bullied him into getting even though he can barely afford it, but she'll just stop by whenever she feels like it -- to clean, reorganize, decorate, use the bathroom, etc. like it's her second home. She treats him like her husband, and my dad like he's an annoying chore. It's not sexual, but it's creepy. She sexualizes my son as well, telling me that (of course, when I'm out of town) he tries to touch her breasts and asks her questions about sex that supposedly require detailed answers, and that he looks at porn on her phone and iPad and she knows because he leaves the tabs open. But for many years apparently she made my son either sleep in bed with her or on the floor of the bedroom while I was out of town or he was staying at my parents' house, "to keep an eye on him during the night." I put a stop to that immediately when I found out about it.
My mom also has no boundaries when it comes to me, never has. When I was young, she'd frequently call me into the bathroom to have "talks" with her while she was in the bathtub. Now, when she visits, she'll sleep in my bedroom, in my bed -- even though I have a perfectly good guest room -- because my bed is the most comfortable one she's ever slept in. And she'll reorganize. I've lost bills because she put them "away" and I never found them again. She'll "do my laundry" and then "end up" reorganizing my closet and dresser and things in boxes in the garage for something to do and a way to justify obvious snooping.
I'm a pretty private person, and quite independent. I think this situation with her has made me almost pathologically so. I spent 10 years in an abusive marriage right out of college (undiagnosed BPD, I think. But he checked himself into the hospital after I left him as a ploy to get me to come back and was released 3 days later with a diagnosis of BP2 without anyone ever talking to the person who lived with him). I'd rather talk to him than my mother, any day. And she has painted him so black (We've been divorced for 13 years now) that I still feel like I have to defend him whenever he comes up. But of course, now she has realized that she also has PTSD (amazing), from the nuclear bomb drills they did in school during the Cuban Missle Crisis. Oh, and she's also afraid of my son's "aggression" now too, and so she's incapable of providing any discipline in my absence with anything but passive-aggressive fits. he avoids her by playing video games on his computer until all hours (2-3am on school nights). She rants and nags, and then eventually throws up her hands and goes to bed ("Your mom can just deal with it when she gets home!"). And then the next day they'll go to the store and she'll buy him a new game.
It's completely maddening, and I know I need to come up with another solution for my son's care when I'm out of town. This can't just be me, my mom's sister has commented on it to me. As have my friends, who are creeped out by her Facebook stalking. Any resources or tips would be seriously appreciated.