I ‘hear’ it when I see the faults in others, and condemn myself for any minor infraction. It is my mothers’ ‘voice’.
I don’t know exactly when she got into my head, but it is clearly her ‘voice’ and judging that I ‘hear’. She condemns me for the dirty dishes, the skirt that is too short or the blouse that is too low. She berates me for not being out of bed by 7:30 on a Saturday morning and when I decide to let the kids eat cereal for breakfast instead of cooking bacon and eggs.
She follows me to the grocery store and complains loudly at the price of tomatoes and even louder when I reach for a name brand of anything. She will not allow me to take more than $20.00 out of my checking account.
My kids are never clean enough, I spend too much time at work, and I am just a poor excuse for a daughter or human being. I will never be good enough for her, affection is out of the question.
The phenomenon is also difficult when I see others, especially young ladies, acting in a manner that is not ‘proper’. My mothers’ ‘voice’ is so hard to contain. At times it attempts to force me to chide people for their actions or appearance; something that is clearly none of my business. How extremely rude!!
I have fought this voice ever since I escaped from my mothers’ cult. It has been so difficult. The ‘voice’ is an extreme bigot. Sometimes it horrifies me. Something that I never thought was right was the attitude of superiority that witnesses have toward any that are not witnesses. The voice is most embarrassing in that regard, and that, more than anything, have I striven to eradicate from my mind. One of the few areas of success, I might add.
I have worked very hard to find my own ‘inner voice’, something to drive this other ‘voice’ out of my head. I wish to be free from the judgmental and selfish ‘voice’, which had ruled my life until just 10 years ago. It is an emotional battle that continues to this day.
All I ever wanted from my mother was some show of love and affection. What I got was emotional neglect or, worse, blackmail and judgement. All the while telling me how much she ‘loved’ me. Lies.
One thing I did get though is this condemning ‘voice’ of hers. What do others call it? An inner monologue, I think?
It is doubtful that the ‘voice’ will ever be completely eliminated. Do any of you also hear your parents’ ‘voices’ in your lives? Do you make decisions and say, "That is something that Dad would have done." Or, "Mom would have wanted it this way." Is this a good thing or a bad thing for you?
Mostly, the experience has been negative for me. But, I’d appreciate your thoughts.
Jean