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Old Aug 16, 2021, 03:13 AM
Amandae8787 Amandae8787 is offline
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Originally Posted by ScarletPimpernel View Post
I too struggle with this. I have actually forgiven my mom, but still struggle with the effects of neglect. I've actually split her into two people: the bad mom growing up, and the "friend"(?) in my adulthood. For me, she has the title of mom only because she gave birth to me, but her role is not my mother.

I've also always searched for a mother-figure pretty much my entire life. I can remember at 5 years old being more attached to my kindergarten teacher than my mom. Instead of crying being dropped off, I cried when it was time to go home.

I've been very lucky having several mother-figures in my life. They have helped in the healing process. They've taught me a lot about life and helped me find myself. Even L is a mother-figure for me. Sure she can't be my actual mother (though I have wished she could), but she does provide me with a lot that a mother would give: love, touch as in hugs and handholding, transitional objects, support, my cheerleader, advice when asked for, wisdom, knowledge, talking about self and life, etc.

What is it that you're most yearning for? Any of the things I listed? Something else? Maybe you can find that in your T. No, she can never be your mother, but she might be able to be a mother-figure. Have you talked to your T about this?

One thing that has helped me is this analogy: the absence or neglect of your mother left a huge black hole. You cannot fill that hole because you will never have a real mother. But what you can do is build around that hole. After awhile, the hole seems smaller and smaller. Imagine a hole in the middle of a town. You start building the town up with homes, business, skyscrapers. After awhile, it becomes a huge city, and the hole is small by comparison. You're already doing that! And that's the only way I know how to cope with the mother wound.
Thank you for replying! I too divide my mum in two, the bad growing up and the good now. I can turn to her for advice on practical stuff, like how to remove a stain of wine on a carpet. But not the emotional stuff. I shut her out. I shut a lot of people out because I’m afraid that they won’t understand me or will judge me.

I want someone to look at me with a mothers loving gaze, if that makes sense? My mum looked at me with despise, or that’s how I remember it. Sometimes I can see compassion in my T:s eyes and it hurts so much that I can’t have that all the time. I want someone to listen to me, to hold me when I cry and to take care of me. My T never touches me. I haven’t asked her for it and because of covid I don’t think she ever would. I think she’s afraid that I’m too dependent on her, but I’m not sure. I should ask her... I just imagine her worrying about her own kids and I want her to feel that for me too. I know that she cares about me but that’s not enough. I don’t know why.
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Mystical_Being, ScarletPimpernel, SlumberKitty
Thanks for this!
satsuma