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Nov. 10th, 2020 10:19 amThere’s very little research into adult children of a MBP ( munchausens by proxy) narcissist parent.
I know that as a kid, the doctors often kept me IN hospital to legitimately keep me away from her, especially her history of refusing to seek treatment till i was extremely ill.
Now her reach is largely limited to pestering me online about it and it’s the constant by which she inquires of me, not the least about anything else. if I turn the topic away, or remind her its not appropriate, she gets quite upset (not that I care much how she feels).
I remember at age 14? 15, begging her to stop divulging all my private medical details to all and sundry and she flew into a rage, of how DARE I, and I was beaten senseless for crossing her.
Social workers begged her to respect my privacy. Doctors pleaded with her to not be so combative ( “i don’t want to bothhhhher the doctors” in an er, as I slowly turned fucking grey.)
It was all sympathy points for her. I don’t post about my health on fb for that reason and really little, anywhere else, and I have shut down her comments on many occasions “That’s not relevant/appropriate/any of your fucking business)” and she gets quiet petulant.
I find that this time I’m just randomly fucking ANGRY this time that she continues to throw this into every life issue we have and its like, let us just do things. if I lived my life in a terror bubble of “But my ASTHMA” i’d have no life at all, and that’s stupid.
I feel like i want to badger her on every fb post “do you think that’s wise? think of your health” and see how she likes it but let’s be real, she’d thrive on that attention. She LOVES the sickies.
I don’t know how to get her to stop. I just don’t. Full block i guess, on fb. non contact. Once oma passes, Mom’s fucking dead to me anyway. I can’t even.
As r said “does she know anything else about you?”
No. she does not.
I know that as a kid, the doctors often kept me IN hospital to legitimately keep me away from her, especially her history of refusing to seek treatment till i was extremely ill.
Now her reach is largely limited to pestering me online about it and it’s the constant by which she inquires of me, not the least about anything else. if I turn the topic away, or remind her its not appropriate, she gets quite upset (not that I care much how she feels).
I remember at age 14? 15, begging her to stop divulging all my private medical details to all and sundry and she flew into a rage, of how DARE I, and I was beaten senseless for crossing her.
Social workers begged her to respect my privacy. Doctors pleaded with her to not be so combative ( “i don’t want to bothhhhher the doctors” in an er, as I slowly turned fucking grey.)
It was all sympathy points for her. I don’t post about my health on fb for that reason and really little, anywhere else, and I have shut down her comments on many occasions “That’s not relevant/appropriate/any of your fucking business)” and she gets quiet petulant.
I find that this time I’m just randomly fucking ANGRY this time that she continues to throw this into every life issue we have and its like, let us just do things. if I lived my life in a terror bubble of “But my ASTHMA” i’d have no life at all, and that’s stupid.
I feel like i want to badger her on every fb post “do you think that’s wise? think of your health” and see how she likes it but let’s be real, she’d thrive on that attention. She LOVES the sickies.
I don’t know how to get her to stop. I just don’t. Full block i guess, on fb. non contact. Once oma passes, Mom’s fucking dead to me anyway. I can’t even.
As r said “does she know anything else about you?”
No. she does not.
