webglider
Dagobah Resident
Pepperfritz said:Perhaps the disorder in your own house is also a "reaction" against your mother's behaviour, yet at the same time you feel conflicted about it. One of your little "I"s insists on living in disorder because it doesn't want to be like your mother. But another little "I" is constantly feeling anxious about it, worrying about the consequences, and struggles against the other little "I" to bring order to the chaos. They are at an impasse, working at cross purposes. And your "real I" needs to take charge, make CONSCIOUS CHOICES about what you want your home life to be like, based on what works best for YOU and your FAMILY -- not just let the unconscious/mechanical little "I"s constantly battle it out at cross purposes
This is close, and it's helping me. When I was six, I was in a Home for asthmatic children. I lived with twelve other girls, and we all had chores. As a result, when I came back to my mother's house two years later, I was very used to taking care of myself. I could dust, sweep, make my bed with hospital corners, set and clear a table for twelve, take myself to and from school, pick out my own clothes, fold laundry, (one of the chores at the Home was taking evryone's dirty clothes to the laundry building - a much coveted and easy chore - and another was the former's complement - going to the laundry building to pick up the clothes, take them back, separate them into piles according to the name tags of each girl, fold them and deliver them to each girl's narrow cubby-like room.
I brought all those skills to my mother's house, but once there, it was though those two years had never existed. My mother did not let me do anything. This was very frustrating for me, but if I tried, my mother was displeased with the results, so I finally capitulated and became passive which didn't please her either.
Actually, now that I think about it, my mom would often tell me about other girls who did all the things that I could do, but she wouldn't let me do, in a way that confused me. She seemed to really admire their initiative and competence, but if I tried to emulate them, what I did was not good enough.
In my mother's mind, she was trying to protect me from the horrors of her own childhood where she had to everything for her invalid mother in a totally disorganized house which she shared with her five older siblings and father who was often at work.
I think I was quite dissociated through most of my childhood: even though many images are vivid, I don't really connect feelings to them. I'm there, but it's as though I'm looking through a window at someone else.
I've read almost all the required psychology books, so I do have a sense of what I'm dealing with. My helplessness made my mom feel strong; maybe I took the place of her mother in her emotional life.
Oh, it gets so complicated. On a simpler level, I'd like to report that I returned the keys and the leash again this morning to their proper places.