There are a few other details I wanted to share about my mother that sort of indicate that she has something wrong with her.
I remember growing up in a house that was chaotic but I guess normal to me. I complained of child abuse, but I guess back then hitting was common.
I just remember getting hit for stuff I could never really avoid. Like my mother would tell me to NOT do a chore, and her husband at the time would beat me for doing what she told me to do.
I can remember once being grounded and there was a horrible car crash, where our step dad hit a motor cyclist, across the street from the house. The crash was very loud. Because we ran outside to check that he, and the cyclist were okay, we got beat.
It eventually got weirder where sexual abuse began to happen. I got beat so bad one night, I still have trouble remembering everything that happened.
One day my mother dressed me up in this very thin short nightie. She told me to go show my step father to which I said no. She made me show him, to which he seemed to react a bit innappropriate. My mother seemed pleased with his reaction like it was normal. And it seems she didn't understand what was happening.
A few years later I reported his behavior to the police.
Their marriage dissolved and things went further down hill. My mother did demonstrate a need to want to protect me. At times she did this. Just at other times she did not.
Her next relationship was with a domestic abuser. He beat her in front of me at times and it led to a really horrible environment.
I began to have trouble with school and pretty much everything.
The violence began after I told a teacher I was self harming. My mother told me I needed foster care, and when I went home to see her she got my brother after me to beat me, and tried to dump me in a psych ward.
Maybe she s not socio.path of some kind. I don't know.
There was other behavior that seemed to almost encourage sexually aggressive behavior out of my brother. Before he beat me she told him I was a whore who needed to be beaten.
I remember once telling my mother I felt harassed by a 30 year old man. I was 15. My mother encouraged my brother to call me a whore and make degrading sexual jokes about my body while suggesting the 30 year old was just a boyfriend, and that I liked it.
Other things went on like threatening my housing situation, putting me out on the streets over rules I could never follow. This happened on a few occasions. I remember she tried to get me to forge one of her cheques at the grocery store. Because I did not succeed I was refused food that evening. Looking back that seemed like devious way to set your kid up.