LipstickLibrarian, ah! That sounds like my mother too. Not that she said exactly that, but the type of totally inappropriate comment made with total cluelessness. Mine used to make "joking" comments about how crying children should be smothered with pillows. Yeah, BPD is a laugh riot, huh?
Neither one of you are alone. My mother was also known for making totally inappropriate comments, then laughing about them. Even at a young age, I somehow knew that she was being inappropriate and used to feel embarrassed by what would come out of her mouth, and when I'd relay that to her, she'd snap back with something like, "What's the problem? I'm telling the truth." It almost seems like she truly had no concept of what was acceptable and what was not.
My mother, as usual, didn't concern herself with what was appropriate to share with a child, she just needed to talk and her need was all that was important.
My mother would routinely use me as a therapist starting from a very young age (first or second grade), and there was no topic that was off limits - work problems, relationship problems, her sex life - it was all open for discussion... . It really didn't hit me how disgusting this was until I had children of my own. I found myself being somewhat triggered by my daughters growing up; it would kind of force me to remember what I went through at their ages. Looking at how small or immature they were really made me wonder what the h*ll my mother ever could have been thinking. My oldest is now 17 and I still wouldn't dare discuss my sex life with her!
I'm not seeing a therapist at this point. I did when I first had my breakthrough crisis but I don't feel I've needed one for awhile now. I process things now just by talking about them (instead of keeping them to myself). I'm ok But it was a piece of the puzzle for me. I never really thought about it before, you know? I'm guessing every now and then for the rest of my life I'll have an "aha" moment. It's a neverending journey
Same here. I no longer have a T, but sometimes feel the need to process things by talking about them every once in a while. It really is a neverending journey.