I live in devastation. I am trapped in my own home, a prisoner to a tyrant. My entire life it has been this way but I never truly noticed. I never realized just how constant the decay has been. Decay and decay for years and years. Melting and withering away any semblance of good soil. Safe soil for me to grow and live in from a small child to an adult. Everything was rotten.
This past Christmas I broke through a brick wall. A tumbling wall that allowed me to see the truth of my situation in all its defilement. My mother has Petulant BPD and has made my life a living hell. It has gotten so drastic that every interaction with her is an exhausting exercise in ensuring she doesn’t explode. Absolutely nothing is ever “okay” with her, there is always something wrong that someone (me) should feel bad about. And if I objectively state that “no it was x” and not some cosmic guilt trip she’s trying to place on me, the entire world explodes. Every time I think I made it through a day without one of her snide digs she always has to remind me how I
PLEASE READed up that day. How today was so bad because of what I did, or how I reacted, or what I said, or all of the above. Oftentimes it’s right before bed so I can stew in it :-).
So the only days where I’m semi-peaceful are days when I barely speak to her, and simply stay up later than her in my room with my door closed so I don’t have to say goodnight. Obviously the holidays are hell for me because I need to run errands and basically give all my time to her and her needs where any minor disappointment will set her off like dynamite. So I’m playing minesweeper from Thanksgiving through New Years with all my lovely time off law school. Time to help mom find new things to make you feel horrible about. And if you get tired and talk back, you are demon spawn and you need to go to a therapist. Well I did. I don’t believe in therapy (ironic post

) but I needed some buffer.
My mother thinks I’m going to a therapist because I’m lazy, overly sensitive, and depressed about “life”. She told me this after, in a tense argument, I said “I think I need to go to therapy” in response to her basically saying something was wrong with us but it wasn’t her because it has never been and will never be her. Although it clearly is her. My brother and gf both agree 100% as to how ridiculous it is on a constant basis. She’s guilted me over everything from Wendy’s drive-thru mistakes, to “the look” on my face, to what I say, what I don’t say. Throwing temper tantrums over dishes in the sink, or how I’m responding to something she said. Anything and everything is a trigger for this woman.
So I’ve been to one therapy session and it felt good to vent but I’m still at a sad heart-wrenching standstill. I still feel utterly broken at this point as I can only wait until I graduate law school, get a job, and move out, another two years. I just don’t know what to do other than limit contact. Anybody with anything to say please feel free this was my first post I hope it can help someone here. <3