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Old Jan 14, 2012, 12:47 PM
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Originally Posted by athena2011 View Post
I was thinking about this 'internal object' concept that I was reading about recently. I find it terribly confusing. But in a nutshell, what I got out of it was this, as an example: Your Mom neglects you and you do not get your needs met by her as an infant or very young child. So you start to hate her, but inwardly. But you're dependent on her for your survival. So outwardly, you idealize her, you 'love' her. You look up to her. Because you have to for survival. You have to think well of her or you're toast - because you'd be completely alone then. But back to this inward hating thing. It's not conscious. You don't realize you hate her. But you grow up with a rage inside of you, you become 'difficult'. You can't connect with her, because inside you really hate her. She also does not connect with you and it gets worse over time. When you act up, she overreacts, or she does something awful like put you down the back stairs to scream your head off for two hours. She doesn't try to understand. Just 'Stop whining'. You're left with the feeling that she just wants you to get the he** away from her, get lost. She ends up hating you too, so doesn't set up any playdates for you, what's the point you're not worth the effort. So you never learn anything different. You never learn to connect with anybody else. You are completely cut off from all human contact. And you are just left with this huge, empty black hole in your heart that you are desperate to fill but you can't. Because you are broken. There is no spirit, no life, you are like the grim reaper - everybody runs away.

But back to your Mom: You think you love her, so when she gets angry or is mean to you or ignores you she must be right, and you must have deserved the treatment you got so now you hate yourself.
you made me weep, athena. this is my story ... to a tee (but mixed in with physical and sexual abuse from the men in my life as well). yes, this is me. i am 37, and the rage still persists. more rage towards my mother than anyone else, in fact. all i can hold on to is, as a mother, to NOT be my mother ... to love my children so wholly and unconditionally that they never once have to feel unloveable or unprotected or unworthy. because now my children look to me with that same now-defunct love that i once looked to my mother with. and so i owe it to them to be a phenomenal mother. that is my way of dealing with the rage.