Religion is my mother's drug of choice when she self-medicates the pain of her psychiatric condition that remains undiagnosed because she has convinced her doctor that she only has chronic depression.
I'm sure this doctor has never heard the more sordid parts of my mother's story. I'm sure the doctor has no idea about the cult she's involved in either.
I'm betting on borderline personality disorder combined with features of narcicism. Also, possibly bipolar disorder because when patients get manic, one of the symptoms can be hyperreligiosity.
But, no, no, she has taken care of her mental health issues by seeing a psychiatrist who has diagnosed her simply with depression. So, she's all good, thank you. But, more importantly, let's talk to you daughter about your serious bipolar disorder diagnosis and all the medication you have to take to stay healthy. Such a shame, but it runs in the family, you know.
Notice the complete lack of self blame for raising me in a toxic environment that likely set off whatever genetic predispisition I might have had. So, of course, there's no more work for her to do with a therapist because there's nothing wrong with her other than a touch of genetic depression.
God only knows the omissions and lies and self-deceit involved in her doctor's visits.
Frustrating because I've had to work very hard, for years for my sanity. And, I'm the one to be pitied?
It's the smugness that drives me crazy. The attitude that Mom's got her life together, but daughter doesn't. Infuriating.
Sorry to take over the thread, Paul. It just brings up so many bad memories of similar bad behavior on the part of my mother, with the religion enabling them.
I just know that I wont tolerate bad behavior from her anymore, and I'm glad that you're not, either.