I spent the day with my son and his girlfriend. She made a lovely Thanksgiving dinner for us and worked all weekend to prepare. It was very much appreciated. I got to finally see my brother too.
I’ve always thought of myself as a good mother. I was always there for him and still am, he knows he can talk to me and he does. He has always been positive, even during his own struggles. He is a loving, caring person and we’ve always had a very good relationship. He’s a wonderful son.
We were talking and a topic came up that I wasn’t expecting and it’s really got me thinking. Voices are active and I just need to get this out.
My son is divorced (his xwife cheated and got pregnant) and he didn’t tell his new girlfriend who he loves and I’m not sure how, but she found out. She is so good for him. I don’t know why he didn’t tell her.
He told me that they went to counseling together to work thru it. How freaking healthy is that, right? The topic of his horrible memory came up. He has made comments thru the years that he can’t remember a lot of things I’ll talk about. You know, remember when you did this or we did that? Things he should be able to remember.
He said they talked about “a lot of stuff” with the counselor and I didn’t ask what because his girlfriend was there and I didn’t want to put him on the spot. The counselor told both of them that she was amazed that they weren’t both “mental cases”.
Apparently, his memory loss is cause by trauma. Yeah…
His father was very controlling and emotionally abusive with me and pretty much ignored my son. He would throw things and not little things. He threw his computer against the wall once because I spent a couple dollars more than I was allowed to, buying groceries. He ripped the bathroom door off it’s hinges because my son stopped up the toilet. He would just snap and rage.
To this day, if I make a noise like closing a door harder than I was allowed to or drop something that makes a noise, I cringe because for that second after, I know I’ll get screamed at. PTSD? I notice it every single day and I’ve been really disturbed by it lately.
His parents were also the same way. His mother was a horrible monster and my son would get yelled at for doing things normal kids would do. Like don’t leave a toy on the table if you don’t want a child to play with it. Sometimes a bug gets stepped on, so sorry that it left a mark on your porch, but did you really have scream at my son for that? I can list a ton of shit, but I’ll stop there… I’m sure you get it.
After he spent a week with her at her cabin and I heard about these things, I put my foot down. She was never allowed to be alone with him again. My xhusband didn’t fight me on that.
My son doesn’t remember any of it.
Sometimes, my voices encourage me and they keep saying that I need to tell him about all of this. We talked about his grandmother, but I didn’t bring up his father. I don’t know if I should or not.
He saw a lot of his father’s abuse and I should have realized he was effected by it too. He’s just always had his shit together and he’s never talked about needing help. He has with a lot of other big time things, ya know?
So, I don’t know if my voices are just fucking with me or what… I don’t know if I should tell him or just leave it. I don’t know…
Was I a bad mother for not seeing this? I know I was going thru my own really bad shit and he saw that too. I mean, he threw away my shelf harm tool I was using after my last attempt. How does that not fuck you up?