((((Sparkplug)))) I've committed both my mom and my son, they both did crazy, and they both forgave me. My son, especially, went from full-blown hatred to gratefulness within 72 hours. "You know, the food in here is not half bad."
Shit. I don't know. Do I go back tomorrow? I think I am supposed to.
There's a few things I do to protect myself from crazy-hatred. When it is happening, I put my head down and let it flow over me, kind of pretending to be a teflon child. The words, the eyes, the hatred, goes in to a special box in my mind, rarely opened. The second thing I do is stay away until they want to see me. THEN I can pour out my love and encouragement. Take off a few weeks. Believe me, the schedule and the meds do wonders for new intakes.
The night I put my son in a secure ward, the nurse took my hand and told me, "You can sleep tonight, you know he is in a safe place." I cried for the first time, I'd had to be strong for so long. And she was so right. Gosh, I love nurses. Now I am crying again.
Separate out the "supposed-to-child" from "you-full-you". Before you do something for your mom, sit down and think through the impact on your soul. If deep in your heart you say, "I can't do this", then don't. This is part of the reform of a lifelong caretaker to learn to take care of herself. If your mom or your brother play the guilt-game. "A loving daughter would never..." "You should...", bring out that teflon box.
Sparkplug, you are doing the world a service by writing so eloquently the pain of a child with a crazy mom. Now, show us all how to stay strong and take care of yourself. Come on now, I know you can do it!