That is powerful writing September Morn.

I don't think my mother was trying to change me into someone else. She at least was accepting in that way. However, in my situation I was eclipsed by her needs. My real self got hidden away in the trauma and fear of growing up. My mother did not know she was putting such a strain on me and she did support my expressions of myself, but those expressions didn't happen often because I was to busy trying to hold things together and escape the world falling down. I was in many ways, my mother's mother instead of her child. I'm pleased that Mom has started finding her own life now and thet we are becoming more separate. I am starting to pick up the task of finding out who I am and what I want out of life. I am starting to act instead of be acted upon by life. It's a good scary.