
My mom’s parenting style was to shelter me and keep me close to her until I was thirteen. The most damage happened at age 5. She wouldn’t allow me to go beyond three houses from our house. Because of that, whenever I tried to make more friends, I was friendblocked by my mom. The only age-appropriate friend I had at the time found new friends that I could have had the opportunity of hanging with. But I was stuck hanging out with kids that were a few years younger than me. She tried to stop me from watching the stuff that was age appropriate. The only channels I was allowed to watch was PBS Kids. I wanted to watch Power Rangers, Digimon, Pokemon, and all the other superhero shows on at the time. My mom was afraid they were going to make me hyper. Plus, she never told me about anything PG-13, even though all the other kids were making PG-13 insults. I tried asking her, she quickly changed the subject. This is probably the worst one of all; She forced my dad to take showers with me, because I guess I couldn’t bathe myself.
Five years later, they found out I had Asperger’s Syndrome. So all of that stuff she did was counterproductive to me growing up. And yet, she still continued her parenting style. I was so fed up with her restrictions that I (now I really regret this, really really regret it) hit her. My dad finally stepped in at that moment because my mom finally realized she couldn’t control me anymore. My mom used to be the rulemaker, and my dad would be the enforcer; despite my dad’s quiet protests to my mom’s parenting style. My dad would take me away from her every night he could and weekends to repair the damage. He did that every day until the day I left for college. But, it was too late.
Now, I’m 20 years old. I dropped out of college a year ago. I live with my dad after he divorced my mom. I don’t drive, don’t even have a license. I’ve never had a job. I’ve never had a true friend after Elementary School, and to top it all off, never been on a date with a girl or even kissed one. I am in a depression. I’ve had bouts with alcoholism. The first time I tried vodka, I tried to cut myself. That’s when my dad got rid of the alcohol. Now I’ve got nothing to take away the pain of what my mother has done to my childhood and the way my life is now.
My family and I can’t tell her what she has done to me, because she won’t believe us. She thinks everything she does is right and she never lies apparently. That’s what hurts me the most. She will never even be aware of the damage she has caused me.
I just need any advice on dealing with such a messed up upbringing, getting over depression, and making friends.
And please don’t say turn to Jesus. Because what are God and Him going to do to make the pain go away? I am a Christian, but religion does not always have the answer. They do have a lot of answers, but this is one of those times that it doesn’t.
I should add that I still love my mother, even though she was a bad parent. She is very manipulative. She prevented my dad from trying to contribute to the parenting. She only saw him as the enforcer of her rules, not an actually partner. So those of you weirdos actually trying to defend my mom, read what I say about her. She is manipulative, unaware of her problems, and thinks she perfect. When I was 11, she started to fill the house, to the point where you couldn’t even move around the house, with books and antiques. Whenever I would trip over anything; instead of asking if I was okay, she’d ask what I did in angry tone. So pay attention when I say that she has major issues. And stop trying to defend her. I have problems because of her. I tried the best I could to just live my life after she stopped trying to control me, but the damage had already been done.
I should add that I still love my mother, even though she was a bad parent. She is very manipulative. She prevented my dad from trying to contribute to the parenting. She only saw him as the enforcer of her rules, not an actually partner. So those of you weirdos actually trying to defend my mom, read what I say about her. She is manipulative, unaware of her problems, and thinks she perfect. When I was 11, she started to fill the house, to the point where you couldn’t even move around the house, with books and antiques. Whenever I would trip over anything; instead of asking if I was okay, she’d ask what I did in angry tone. So pay attention when I say that she has major issues. And stop trying to defend her. I have problems because of her. I tried the best I could to just live my life after she stopped trying to control me, but the damage had already been done.
A person is who they are because of their parents. I’m just lucky my dad actually got me away from her. She caused me deep psy