I remember when I was little, before age ten my mother would be of either of two extremes with me. She would be warm and loving , like I could do no wrong or she'd be cold, distant. No matter what I did could never please her. I don't recall any in between. I was like either the best or the worst daughter, child for any mother. There is a chance I repressed some memories. I was a really little girl when she treated me in one extreme or the other.
1. Can anyone relate to my post via how they were bought up by either parent. Does she sound she could be BP. How much so? Lastly is BP genetic?