Struggling not to accept my mother's reality
Posted: Fri May 16, 2025 11:41 pm
So I'm visiting my family for the first time since before Thanksgiving and just having a bit of a rough time staying connected to a sense of what I know is true. Wondering whether anyone has any ideas for how to know what is real in situations like this.
My mom is extremely critical of everything about me. I tend to try to take it in good humor and not start a scene, but I have also been trying to spend less time in that environment in ways that are not confrontational. (I moved out at 18 and have only visited my family a few times a year since. But I still try to keep up what looks like a polite, cordial relationship by calling weekly. It just always makes me feel so much worse.)
What's really bothering me today is not the constant criticism about anything and everything (from my relationship to career choices to trying to guess my weight and pressuring me to weigh myself and making all kinds of comments about my body), but her insistence that I surround myself with yes-men in my day-to-day life and she is the only one who is telling me the truth.
In my day to day life surrounded by people who are generally respectful and kind to me, I have gotten to really like myself. I tend to think I am honestly pretty cool, very funny and creative, and have some unique strengths and ways I am trying to help people. I love my body and how it looks and feels. I enjoy my relationships. I don't care what (most people) think and I enjoy my career choices.
But when I go home and see her, she insists none of that is true, that everyone around me affirming any of that is "even crazier than you are," and that she's the only one who's not afraid to tell me the truth: that I'm an ugly, lazy, broke, fat loser who just can't get her shit together, doesn't have a real career, isn't in a real relationship, doesn't eat or exercise right or just live right, doesn't have a sense of humor, etc.
I have gotten pretty good at not caring what most people think about me, but my mom is one of the 2 I still really feel and I really struggle with feeling really down after I call her every week and the few times a year I visit are awful. In the past after going home I've made choices I really regret like taking a new job I ended up really hating (and studying things in college I had zero interest in, which I am not using) just because it might be more similar to what she wants of me.
But today she overtly told me that she's going to make fun of me no matter what, and that I "need someone to roast me." I always try to laugh along because it's made absolutely no difference to try to convey how hurt I feel; all this does is give her an opportunity to talk about how overly sensitive and weak I am and how there's so much wrong with me, how I was a really difficult/manipulative child and thus really deserved whatever happened, etc.
Also, I really don't want to look weak or like I can't take it in front of my younger brother. I like and respect him and really want to have a good relationship with him and I don't want him to think I'm being a wuss not coming home anymore or calling our mom every week anymore.
This is a little bit of a rant, I guess. I'm 23 years old and have a bus ticket out of here in 2 days. I don't need any urgent support. I'm just really frustrated with my inability to stop caring what she thinks, and I feel like I'm losing my mind the way my whole sense of what is real and what isn't goes topsy-turvy every time I'm here.
She really wants me to believe all my friends are absolutely insane people that are egging me on for no good reason and encouraging me to make poor choices in life, that I'm some kind of impulsive bridge-jumper and I intentionally surround myself who encourage me to make poor choices. She's actually taken my partner aside so scold him about not somehow making me make "better life choices."
(Side note: people who are not my mom will absolutely call me one of the most level-headed, non-impulsive, and generally temperate and even-keeled people they have ever met. I am stable, employed, and have safety nets and friends. I do not make choices destructive of myself or others. I'm just... not a doctor/lawyer/engineer? 10 pounds heavier than I was in college? That sort of thing.)
But whenever I'm in this space and dare feel like maybe I am actually a really cool person with great relationships and a fine body and I should enjoy myself and my life and be kind to myself, I feel like I'm burying my head in the sand, like I'm ignoring "the truth" as only she is brave enough to tell me it and am listening to people I've curated to enable me.
I just really struggle with that sense of, what if actually my entire concept of my reality is wrong? Because this person that's supposed to know me really well and know what's best for me and help me has always insisted that I am actually inadequate in all kinds of ways and generally really severely failing at life.
I just feel like I'm drowning in shame being here, with every single word being one of open ridicule, trying to laugh along since fighting back makes it a million times worse and makes me look crazy and over-emotional, etc. And in a similar vein I feel like I'd be dismissed as being a dramatic drama queen in trying to take more steps away from seeing or talking with her -- I already live far away and only call weekly and visit a few times a year.
I feel like I should be over this by own as an adult with my own life. I wonder how I can shake the hold she has on my concept of my reality and strengthen the one I have when I am talking to literally anyone else.
I've always struggled with this sense that I'd follow someone confidently giving the wrong physical directions for a long time without questioning them, even if it's a road I've taken a hundred times before. I am still so quick to accept anyone else's read on reality as by default more valid as my own, and my own being wrong and entirely incorrect, especially compared to hers. I generally think of myself as someone with a lot of confidence but this makes it quite difficult to stick to my guns about anything or stick up for what I perceive as my own experience.
Mostly just a rant. Felt good to get out. Thanks. <3
My mom is extremely critical of everything about me. I tend to try to take it in good humor and not start a scene, but I have also been trying to spend less time in that environment in ways that are not confrontational. (I moved out at 18 and have only visited my family a few times a year since. But I still try to keep up what looks like a polite, cordial relationship by calling weekly. It just always makes me feel so much worse.)
What's really bothering me today is not the constant criticism about anything and everything (from my relationship to career choices to trying to guess my weight and pressuring me to weigh myself and making all kinds of comments about my body), but her insistence that I surround myself with yes-men in my day-to-day life and she is the only one who is telling me the truth.
In my day to day life surrounded by people who are generally respectful and kind to me, I have gotten to really like myself. I tend to think I am honestly pretty cool, very funny and creative, and have some unique strengths and ways I am trying to help people. I love my body and how it looks and feels. I enjoy my relationships. I don't care what (most people) think and I enjoy my career choices.
But when I go home and see her, she insists none of that is true, that everyone around me affirming any of that is "even crazier than you are," and that she's the only one who's not afraid to tell me the truth: that I'm an ugly, lazy, broke, fat loser who just can't get her shit together, doesn't have a real career, isn't in a real relationship, doesn't eat or exercise right or just live right, doesn't have a sense of humor, etc.
I have gotten pretty good at not caring what most people think about me, but my mom is one of the 2 I still really feel and I really struggle with feeling really down after I call her every week and the few times a year I visit are awful. In the past after going home I've made choices I really regret like taking a new job I ended up really hating (and studying things in college I had zero interest in, which I am not using) just because it might be more similar to what she wants of me.
But today she overtly told me that she's going to make fun of me no matter what, and that I "need someone to roast me." I always try to laugh along because it's made absolutely no difference to try to convey how hurt I feel; all this does is give her an opportunity to talk about how overly sensitive and weak I am and how there's so much wrong with me, how I was a really difficult/manipulative child and thus really deserved whatever happened, etc.
Also, I really don't want to look weak or like I can't take it in front of my younger brother. I like and respect him and really want to have a good relationship with him and I don't want him to think I'm being a wuss not coming home anymore or calling our mom every week anymore.
This is a little bit of a rant, I guess. I'm 23 years old and have a bus ticket out of here in 2 days. I don't need any urgent support. I'm just really frustrated with my inability to stop caring what she thinks, and I feel like I'm losing my mind the way my whole sense of what is real and what isn't goes topsy-turvy every time I'm here.
She really wants me to believe all my friends are absolutely insane people that are egging me on for no good reason and encouraging me to make poor choices in life, that I'm some kind of impulsive bridge-jumper and I intentionally surround myself who encourage me to make poor choices. She's actually taken my partner aside so scold him about not somehow making me make "better life choices."
(Side note: people who are not my mom will absolutely call me one of the most level-headed, non-impulsive, and generally temperate and even-keeled people they have ever met. I am stable, employed, and have safety nets and friends. I do not make choices destructive of myself or others. I'm just... not a doctor/lawyer/engineer? 10 pounds heavier than I was in college? That sort of thing.)
But whenever I'm in this space and dare feel like maybe I am actually a really cool person with great relationships and a fine body and I should enjoy myself and my life and be kind to myself, I feel like I'm burying my head in the sand, like I'm ignoring "the truth" as only she is brave enough to tell me it and am listening to people I've curated to enable me.
I just really struggle with that sense of, what if actually my entire concept of my reality is wrong? Because this person that's supposed to know me really well and know what's best for me and help me has always insisted that I am actually inadequate in all kinds of ways and generally really severely failing at life.
I just feel like I'm drowning in shame being here, with every single word being one of open ridicule, trying to laugh along since fighting back makes it a million times worse and makes me look crazy and over-emotional, etc. And in a similar vein I feel like I'd be dismissed as being a dramatic drama queen in trying to take more steps away from seeing or talking with her -- I already live far away and only call weekly and visit a few times a year.
I feel like I should be over this by own as an adult with my own life. I wonder how I can shake the hold she has on my concept of my reality and strengthen the one I have when I am talking to literally anyone else.
I've always struggled with this sense that I'd follow someone confidently giving the wrong physical directions for a long time without questioning them, even if it's a road I've taken a hundred times before. I am still so quick to accept anyone else's read on reality as by default more valid as my own, and my own being wrong and entirely incorrect, especially compared to hers. I generally think of myself as someone with a lot of confidence but this makes it quite difficult to stick to my guns about anything or stick up for what I perceive as my own experience.
Mostly just a rant. Felt good to get out. Thanks. <3