MariaIsabel -> RE: are you submissive because of abuse? (3/24/2008 12:46:08 PM)
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well in a way hun it is emotional but in the end it sounds like she was doing the only thing she had learned her whole life and that was that everything had to be perfect because of your grandmother being a perfectionist it well got to your mom and it made your mom do the only thing she knew growing up. the only thing i caution is that you watch your self and try to end that trend and trail so that your daughter doesnt have to go through what you went through. heather quote:
ORIGINAL: SusanofO Well I am not sure what counts as abuse as far as this question goes. What about subtle, yet pervasive emotional abuse? Never physical (spanked a few times) but maybe just always receiving the (deliberately given) impression you were somehow falling short - even though you got fantastic grades, kept up your physical appearance and were nice to everyone, and, even if you were kind of shy, had more than enough friends? Does that count? I had wonderful parents - I really did. They were smart, saw that my sisters and I got a great education, they were (much of the time) fun to be around, took us on great vacations in the Summer. They did fight a lot with eachother (probably because they were both extroverted, dominant types). But - I truly had it so much better than about 95% of the people I know that I can't even tell if (from my mother, never, ever my father), never quite measuring up even counts as "abuse"? Maybe it was just perfectionism on her part. She was also on the narcissistic side; she wanted attention all the time, and she got it, too - because she was witty, entertaining, beautiful and smart. She never stopped talking. And she never listened, either. Fortunately, my dad did. But, God forbid if reality crept in and you broke a leg and had to see a doctor, or had to be picked up for an extra rehearsal or some practice at school - if your life interfered with her plans (and she had a zillion things going at once, all the time), you weren't going to hear the end of it for days. When I was hit with a very severe depression at age 18, that was so severe I was hardly coherent (that was completely genetically based, on my father's side of the family), and dropped out of school for a semester, on the advice of more than one doctor (I went back the next semester) she said: "What am I supposed to tell my friends - about you? Just what am I supposed to say?". She made me feel deeply ashamed of that - I was not allowed to mention it to anyone. That was something that was entirely not my fault. This kind of thing happened - a lot. My dad rarely said anything about it (he travelled a lot for his job, so wasn't home a lot, at times). Also, if I got an A (I always got A's) at school, why weren't they A+'s? Why was I not a cheerleder? Why was I not prom queen? She had been a prom queen - and a cheerleader. She always had lots of boyfriends (I didn't have a date until I was a junior in high school). And - why was I so damned shy? I got pushed into so many activites I had zero desire to participate in - the only ones I ever liked were music and art. Why didn't I date more? And (even though I wasn't fat, not even close, really), my mother (who had at one time been a runway model, for a very brief period) always thought I should be "watching my weight." I became anorexic at 14, and again at 19 and I can't help but think that attitude had something to do with it. I was hardly overweight, but she thought it was "marvelous" and bragged to her bridge club when my waist measurement went from 25" to 21" in 7 weeks. A few of her friends wanted to know "my weight loss secret". "Stop eating", I said. I am surprised (a bit) that I even posted this. Because: 1) I am not sure it qualifies as "abuse" since this stuff probably happens in half the homes in America that have kids in them and - 2) I really did love my mother - she died two years ago of lung cancer, and I have just as many good memories as bad memories of her (maybe more good ones). I have no right to complain when I think of what some people have gone through. I miss her every day. But I do think she had some "issues" that she could have worked on. I am sure they came from dealing with her own mother (my grandmother intimidated her her entire life). And so it goes. Not her fault, really. And not sure it counts as "abuse". More like rampant perfectionism. - Susan
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