Yes.

I think my mother is to this day disappointed that she wasn't able to raise me to be afraid of black men and all people of Middle Eastern descent the way her mother did.

However, I suspect her of having a severe personality disorder of some variety. She's highly neurotic and would play us for sympathy on such adult topics as money and the workplace even when we were 10 years old, used to forget many things about me such as what paths I'd like to walk home on (and still never remembers what foods I do or don't like... I remember hers), and twice married into psychologically and physically abusive relationships.

When my brother confronted her about the effect her choices had on us during lunch a few years ago, I found out because she came to me expressing how terrible it was that her children would judge her and telling me how she almost started crying in the restaurant. Somehow she's always a victim and always needs our sympathy and understanding. She'd play up our mental health or disabilities to people, too, and I was always terrified of who around town knew of my problems in school, my medication, or anything else.

My father apologized face to face for being physically violent in our youth and has been very active in our lives. He's the only parent I feel I have a relationship with, can be myself around, and can at all show weakness to because I'm afraid of what my mother would do with it... assuming she remembered I'd said anything at all.

I'm also used to people telling me how nice she is and how well she means when I speak up, so I learned to not talk to anyone about the way I was treated at home by the time I was 16. Instead, I drank and smoked pot with friends at age 13 but eventually stopped both. I'm glad that was only a temporary escape and comfort.