Not sure if all of this is abuse or if I’m overthinking?
I feel awkward bringing this up to my therapist, so I wanted to test the waters of anonymity here. I first realized my propensity to be drawn towards codependent relationships after encountering Pia Mellody’s book Facing Codependence. I was shocked but also felt seen in those pages.
The book helped voice many things that made me uncomfortable, but still, others are rising to the surface, and I don’t know if it’s just me or if I’m more sensitive after realizing my parents were highly codependent with each other.
Growing up, since my love-addict mom didn’t have an intimate relationship with my love-avoidant father, she enmeshed with her children to provide the emotional intimacy she lacked from my father. I largely remember my father being gone anywhere from a week to three weeks for work because “he needed to.”
I grew up with my mom singing to me, scratching my back, and laying in my bed with me. I think she stopped laying in my bed around age 13, but it was a long time. I learned that was intimacy, and that’s how I chose my friends.
In the kitchen, my mom made me incredibly uncomfortable because she would always bend down from the waist when getting objects like pots and pans. Even if I was trying to get through, she would do that, and it was incredibly awkward and made me feel extremely uncomfortable. For some reason, she would be bent down when I was trying to pass through the small kitchen area. Later on in my healing journey, I told her it made me uncomfortable, but she would still do it.
She was extremely dissociative when I was younger. Every time I first talked to her, I'd expect her to look at me with a confused expression and say, “Wha?” Literally every time. It was as if her mind was everywhere but in the present moment. To be fair, I think she had a lot on her mind, living in a codependent relationship. She had a deeply seated abandonment fear and seemed like she was always trying to shape herself in the way her husband needed to keep her marriage.
Growing up, she came to us children for the emotional and physical connection she was supposed to have with her husband. I believe Pia calls it sexual emotional abuse but I feel bad saying it was physical abuse as well. But regardless the sexual emotional abuse felt way too intimate, as if she was using us in a way that did not respect our boundaries.
I felt like I had to play the role of friend, brother, father, and counselor for her, which was exhausting. Now I’m an adult, and looking back, I feel really uncomfortable about it all. It also makes me mad how my boundaries were overstepped, but I also feel guilty calling it abuse as I know, deep down, she was so dissociated she probably didn’t see it as abuse, even though that’s how I felt. My father is an even worse story, but I’ll stop there.