u/BrainBurnFallouti

No better way to describe it: As a kid, my Mother would regularly destroy my room. Like. Literally. Whenever she got upset about my messy room/table/drawer, she wouldn't sit down and help me -she'd simply destroy it: Sweep everything off the table with one arm; empty drawers onto a huge pile; rip clothes from the hangers; rip books from the shelves...it went so far, she'd topple the actual furniture sometimes!

Each time, there was neither stop, nor mercy. Neither for me, nor my father. If she'd destroy something, it was "my fault". Even if the thing didn't belong to me, or was expensive. Similarly, she'd mercilessly throw away anything she considered "trash" -specifically magazines/drawings - and sometimes, she'd even steal "confiscate" my stuff. Either arguing that 1.) she bought it "so it's technically mine", 2.) it's an object in the apartment she pays for "so it's technically mine", or 3.) "You obviously can't take care of this, so I'll be taking it." (Bonus points for also pelting me with objects, if I was near)

The end was always the same: With me, sitting in a pile of stuff while crying. And without fail, she'd return when I was done. Laughing merrily, acting if nothing happened. As if we just had a casual Mommy-Daughter argument, and her "clean-up" being her teaching me order. "See?", she'd say, pointing to my now-empty magazine rack "Isn't it nice to have a clean space? Now c'mon. Let's not be so mean to each other next time" (*forces a hug* )

Anyone have similar experiences? As an adult, she calmed down quite a bit. However, she's still having tantrums, where she has a meldown about "throwing it all away"