Hi Calsun,
Welcome back old friend I have often wondered how things were going with you. I remember your struggles very well and how difficult both your mother and brother made things for you.
And I felt compelled to show up for him for court appearances and to give him support.
When you look back upon this experience, why do you think you felt compelled to show up for him? Did your other family-members perhaps put pressure on you to help him and/or were you concerned how your family would treat you if you did not show up and give him support?
In the process I swallowed my own feelings, had to publicly portray him as such a good guy and a lot of the times in my life he really wasn't. I became self-censoring and repressed around this because this was a public matter. As an artist, my art suffered and my own mental and emotional health because I couldn't be honest about what I was feeling and about the sickness of a family in which there was a BPD mother.
I think what you say here is very important. You have certain values and it sounds like your behavior did not match up to certain things you believe in causing a massive internal struggle. Why did you feel you had to portray him as such a good guy? Did you want to spare him the pain of going to jail, perhaps on some level out of love since in spite of everything he's still your brother? This ties in to those other questions, it seems you felt tremendous pressure to act a a certain way even though it went against what you believed in.
Naughty Nibbler mentions fear, obligation and guilt (FOG) and based on what you've shared I too suspect this might (partly) explain why you felt compelled to do the things you did.
I had always wanted my mother to love me, to think of me as the good one, and with my brother in jail, I started feel deep down as though my mother could love me.
Do you think it is just that you wanted your mother to see you as the good one or perhaps also that you wanted to see your brother treated as the bad one after all he has put you through?
And I am afraid of her dying. I always desperately wanted a uBPD mother who could not love me to love me.
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Most of all there is just a great need to be loved and accepted for who I am, to feel warmth and tenderness, to not have to be perfect and to be allowed to have my own pain
I think this truly gets to the heart of the matter. You have always longed for unconditional love from your mother. Unfortunately she was not able or willing to give it to you. This however has not stopped your longing for it. Your fear of her dying makes sense to me then because as long as she's still alive, the hope that she'll one day provide you with that elusive unconditional love is also still alive.
If I remember correctly from your previous posts, you have not received any therapy to help you heal. Did you perhaps receive therapy in the period since you last posted here? Considering your current struggles, I agree with
Naughty Nibbler that this might be a good option for you to explore as it definitely can be beneficial after a lifetime of dealing with multiple disordered family-members. I can imagine how stressful and difficult it must be living with your family again.
I am glad you remembered this place and have come back here as you try to deal with all of this.
Take care