Friday, August 19, 2016

HULK is NO MOTHER but a sick Monster to a child

This happened a few months ago.

As strange as it was, I heard a child (11 years old) described his mother as "the hulk". He expressed that she yells a lot and swears at him like my mom did. He feels little like I felt and struggles internally. He confessed that him too feels shame for not loving his mom: she is a monster. He admitted that if his mother was not his mother, he would want nothing to do with her. I know the feeling. As we spoke, he kept saying I understood everything he was saying, he kept saying that's how I feel, how did I know... Well, my mother was also a hulk to me growing up. While, I encouraged him to speak up and comprehend he is not responsible for the well being of his mother, I also could not stop thinking how many of us are out there. He shared that his mother had a tough childhood, hence he feels he can excuse her behavior. NO!!! Absolutely not. This is not his responsibility. I fear for this child, his childhood has now been stolen from him too.

Our mothers are obviously sick and incapable of being "mothers". I confess it hurt to hear him and see him cry quietly while attempting to make excuses for his mother's behaviors. I wish I could make our mothers get better. Hearing him, made me realize that the pain I felt is a result of it. He kept saying that he wanted to save her like I wished I saved mine. I informed him that it was not his responsibility, he is not a doctor. Hulk is not a mother. Hulk is sick. 

A confession

I drafted this a few months ago though I was ashamed to share it. Today, I realize it may help others. I elected not to edit it though this post claims it to be recently (yes recently at time I drafted it, it happened a few months back).

Recently, I did something I did not expect or rather didn't think I was capable of. My mother "the Hulk" or rather that person who instilled fear in me sent me a gift a few months back. I confess I was more terrified than surprised. I also admit that her gift caused a panic attack, it hurt me as I was flooded with bad memories. While I understood she attempted to do something nice, her gift came across as senseless and hurtful. I felt guilt and hurt. In other words, I wasn't certain what to do with it. Ultimately, I debated that I should get raid off it. It pained me too much. It brought a certain feeling of control as if I was to say: NO MORE.
Anyhow, most recently (a few days ago), my mother sent me another gift which of course reflected how much she does not know me. Instead of letting it affect me, I viewed it as an attempt on her part to connect. I gave it to someone to whom I knew it would benefit. Even my younger sister admitted she knew our mother had failed in selecting such particular gift. She advised her not to though as usual our mother ignored the fact that she could be wrong. Oh well, I took the higher way. I parted with it without feeling guilt. I also chose to my surprise to keep her "FIRST" ever card (note) sent with it. I don't care much for her writing but as I like the card (my sister recommended), I chose to display it as if to say I can accept something from her. This is strange. I must admit despite having tried in past, I don't care: I simply do not love this individual who never acted as a mother toward me and who today I fear.

Feeling overwhelmed

I admit, I have not posted anything as I was going through my own personal turmoil in past few months. As I mentioned I decided to go back in therapy. Not that I regret it though it opened a new door I was not expecting. While I am definitely a ACOA individual, I thought I had no sense of self as I learned to be a people pleaser by having grown up with an alcoholic mother. While I am certain it is part of it, I discovered I "suffer" from Asperger's syndrome. The news hit me hard. On one hand, the diagnosis seems to be a blessing, it shed lights on so many questions I and my family had though on another hand, it also hurt. I always felt different though as I grew old, I couldn't avoid that my childhood had affected me. I have been diagnosed with PTSD for having grown up with an abusive alcoholic mother. Now, I am not trying to blame my diagnosis on my mother though this is where my thinking goes. Asperger's syndrome is a neurological and cognitive disorder. Being curious and especially needing to know everything about it (a trait of Asperger's), I wondered if Asperger's being a neurological disorder could have been caused by my mother's heavy drinking during her pregnancy. As I searched around for answers, I uncovered that my youngest brother was informed by a doctor that he suffers from Fetal Alcohol syndrome (has some facial characteristics as well as some other  neurological impairments). Anyhow, I searched for answers and uncovered that in the past few years, several researches attribute or rather admit that Asperger's syndrome has many similarities with Alcohol Related Neurodevelopmental Disorder. From what I read: "Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and Alcohol Related Neurodevelopmental Disorder fall under the category of Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders. As it is clearly stated, this is not to say that all autism is caused by alcohol though effectively, it is noted that there are many over lapses between both disorders. It seems in my opinion that alcohol could have been an environmental factor in my neurological disorder. I don't claim that it is for certain though I also can't help feeling angry at my mother for harming me. Her drinking may have led or contributed to my neurological disorder.

I wish I could prevent people from becoming alcoholics. I comprehend that nobody seeks to become an alcoholic. I don't judge as I think most alcoholics in my opinion hurt really bad and try to simply self-medicate through their consumption of alcohol. I just wish all out there who suffer would seek another remedy to their pain. I don't condemn anyone who turned to alcohol to sublime their pain, I actually wish they had help. I understand that my own mother had a difficult childhood and so did my grandfather and that both fell victims to alcohol as they tried to forget or literally drown their pain. I just wish the little boy that my grandpa had been could have gotten help as to avoid drinking. I also wish my mother had not had such a tough childhood and could have felt loved as to avoid seeking an escape through drinking. Today, thanks to ACOA, I learned to let go of my anger as I comprehend any alcoholic didn't intend to hurt their loved ones intentionally though I still struggle to let go of my anger toward the harm they inflicted on many of us.

On a note: I wish to praise all of us out there that had whether a difficult childhood (abuse), a traumatic experience (PTSD) and who despite the pain, chose to avoid drinking. I confess I thought at times that perhaps if so many found respite in drinking perhaps drinking could be a solution, though I chose not to as I feared repeating the cycle. In truth, I fear I would become an alcoholic if I got in the habit of drinking even just wine on occasion and I am especially haunted by the idea of ever becoming someone who could inflict harm on others whether physically, verbally or emotionally. I refuse to become the monster.