<p>I’ve read every post, and I think that you all have given good advice. </p>
<p>I don’t really doubt that time with a caring therapist would be beneficial. But I also suspect that time with caring family or friends would help, and I don’t have that. I had a really rotten childhood, as some who’ve read other posts of mine may know. I have been through so much in my life that I could probably keep a therapist on retainer for the rest of my life! Make that 2 lifetimes-- one for my childhood, another for my adult life. A rotten childhood, abuse by males as a young woman including rape and partner violence, single-parenthood while going through college, then marrying someone who gets cancer, having a young child with these problems. My career brings its stressors. </p>
<p>A couple of years ago, I started yoga and a clean diet, and this helped me enormously. I had always “psychoanalyzed” myself, but starting yoga helped me change the way I thought about my family and my role in it. For the first time, I focused on me and how I was feeling. Maybe I’ve lost track of that, because lately I feel like I’m floundering. My daughter becoming a young woman, the same age as I was when I left home, is probably a factor.</p>
<p>I’ve always been very afraid to “make mistakes” with my kids because they are all that I really have in family. I can’t bear the thought of them turning their back on me for a parenting mistake. I’ve basically had to turn my back on my own father. My father deserves it, because he abused me as a child and has continued to do so verbally any chance that he gets. I tell myself that my children would not turn their back on me because I am not my father. But how do I know what will or will not cause my child to hold a grudge?</p>
<p>I can look hard enough at myself to know that I was conditioned at a young age to accept blame for other people’s choices. As a child, I was blamed and punished for anything my younger sister did. In turn, I learned to attempt to control her to self-protect. My leaving my parents home at 17 after years of abuse by my father was the catalyst that finally brought my mother to leave my father (he deserved it). I know that I did the right thing, but 20 years later, he blatantly blamed me in emails. </p>
<p>My childhood experiences have shaped how I handle my role with others. During my childhood, I was sexually abused by two trusted people. The response by everyone who could have helped me was to sweep it under the rug and/or blame me. I spoke up (for my sister too), and said to my parents, “He was not nice. He was a pervert.” and told them what he did. My father laughed at me, said “I don’t believe it”. My mother stood silent, as did my sister. A couple of days later, another relative came over and questioned me, asking me why I let that man do that if my own father didn’t do it. Then the whole thing was never spoken of in the home again. The result was that I felt blamed. When I was in my 20’s, my mother told me that my father came to believe us a few days later, but he never said that to us. It was only when I was in my mid-30’s that my father brought it up on the phone, and basically said “You went through some bad stuff as a kid. With that man…” and I said that the worst thing for me was not being believed. After I got off the phone, I cried profusely, because he finally acknowledged it, and didn’t defend his lack of action. I try with my kids to analyze my own behavior and apologize when warranted.</p>
<p>I also think about how when I was only about 5, I was crying, and my father threatened that if I didn’t stop, he’d give me something to cry about. I remember that moment, as young as I was, when I felt something harden in my mind and I said to myself “I will not give him the satisfaction” and ceased my tears. I did not shed a tear again until I left my parents home. And now it seems at times as if I’m an open spigot. I’ve taught my kids that it is ok to show emotions and to feel.</p>
<p>But there is something else. What I take way from that is that one sentence that my father uttered changed me profoundly. I do not sit around and beat to death a past that I cannot change, but I am forced to reflect a lot on what “messed me up”, and try to avoid it with my kids. It has been very important to me to listen to my kids and to protect them from harm. </p>
<p>Since all of us left that home, I’m always expected to “know what to do”, to be the strong one. It seems that I’ve spent my whole life in service to other people at my own expense. I actually went into a service profession, and during my “yoga awakening”, I actually have considered that I don’t even want to do that anymore. I find myself angry at my mother and sister for the endless drama and lack of strength that the expect me to always show.</p>
<p>The thing that really grates on me is that my children act like a bunch of ingrates. I would have licked the feet of a person who would have helped me go to college as a kid. But my own kid?</p>
<p>My daughter has made the college process hell every step of the way. She didn’t make the most of her time in high school, nor of the SAT books I provided (actually more than a year in advance), took forever on her essays and college selection. I agreed and supported her in her choice of a state school, but I admitted to her that I had always expected her to go where I did and live at home. She could go debt free. The school was good, but I admit that where she is going is better. I explained that this could be done between the two of us, with my contribution and her with student loans and summer work. This was the first summer that she ever had to work. She is directing her anger at me, telling me that she is wasting her summer working, and also very angry that she has to take out student loans when she is undecided about a major. I have suggested that I will do my best to help minimize those loans, that she will have to work summers, and that after college, she may have to return home for a time and work to get them paid off while we support her. She went on about “what if I don’t want to move back home after college”, to which I said “Well that would be your choice”! What galls me is that she made no real effort to apply for scholarships. But I don’t have any easy answers. I believe that she should go to college and find what she wants to do. During one of her rants, I actually said “Hey, if this is all such a problem, maybe you shouldn’t go to college!” She looked like I grew 2 heads and said I was insulting her. Then another day she told me that she is grateful that I kicked her butt to do all of those things because she has friends who now have no college plans and are just working. But 2 days later, I am the target of her frustration. </p>
<p>I think that I was very easy on my daughter in many ways, compared to my upbringing. I always told her to do her best, that it was good enough. The truth is that she did the best she felt like doing for that day. She sailed merrily along, being a high 80’s, low 90’s student, while participating in activities. Generally happy. Then in 7th grade, she told me that she wanted to go to Yale. I was honest with her, telling her that her grades would not cut it at Yale. She was angry at me for letting her think all along that “her best is good enough”! What the hell?</p>
<p>At our schools, you are started on accelerated math and science in the 6th grade, based on 5th grade scores. When my daughter was a freshman, she became a better student, and we discussed the possibility of her accelerating her math so that she could have calculus by Senior year. No can do. Sorry, this was all decided in the 6th grade! What the hell? I wish I had known in the 4th grade, I’d have had her doing math enrichment instead of letting her merrily plod along “doing her best”. Because she’s going to be paying for this now when she’s got to take college calculus!</p>
<p>So I think after having gone through all of this, maybe I am trying to see if I “went wrong” and “where”, and I am trying to head this off with my son. I honestly did not care what instrument my daughter played, only that she played one. I would have done the same with my son. I feel that I am spending more time on him because of his personality, which makes me feel he’ll quit if he gets “the wrong thing” or “it’s too hard”. But I am also guilty of considering the value of each instrument in a future college profile. Would I be internally upset if he would rather play an electric guitar? I honestly think that I might. I truly do value dance and gymnastics for my son as activities. He does need them. But am I guilty of thinking “that would look nice on a college application”? Yeah.</p>