Everyone dictates my life as caretaker
I don't really know where to begin here. I've made other posts. I have two severely autistic brothers. Both are adults, mentally they are the equivalent of 3 and 11 years old. Everything has been about trying to set boundaries and having them cross perpetually. Whenever I feel like I get two steps forward I end up getting pulled five steps back. I think what I'm going through right now is the process of grief of knowing that any amount of respecting boundaries has always been a lie. I just came out of a chapter of caring for my dad as he died from a really awful disease. It was helpful in seeing that I am a good person but the circumstances in which everything happened was just chaotic as hell.
There are no other siblings. My hell when I envisioned the future when I was a kid was that I would just end up being the caretaker for both my parents and both my brothers. And this is intended by design. I am not viewed as the daughter who deserves her own life but rather as the lucky only normal child who, by the way is also neurodivergent, suffering from C-PTSD... but it doesn't matter because at least I'll be able to take care of everyone.
My mom started flipping out at me on the phone because she was never the co-conservator of my brother's, it was just my dad. And she tried passing the buck on to me before she takes on that role. Obviously I shut that down but it's been a wild process as the court calls into question why she was never co-conservator of her own children in the first place. So even though over an email with the lawyers she stated that I would not be taking over she then turns it around and starts flipping out on me about how I will potentially need to step in if she's not able to get all seven powers of limited conservatorship.
She's somewhere between BPD and NPD. I just am finding myself especially since this happened a couple of days ago regressing in terms of my behaviors and habit patterns. I feel like for all of us association is such an easy thing because the escape into disassociated minds is some of the only peace. But it's not healthy and it's not helpful. It just hurts that when my dad was alive you never respected these things and my mom was never going to but all of this is awful.
I feel so much pain inside thinking that no matter what I do it's not enough. If I take care of my dad as he's dying it's not enough. If I do the same with my mom it's not enough. I will be judged and shamed and banished from people's lives if I choose not to take on the roles with my brothers who physically and emotionally abused me. It's just so much grief. So much loss. And so much waste. The negative thought loop I have in my head is that I hate my life even though I don't really feel that way but this is part of the regression talking. I just need to talk to someone who understands. Yes I'm in therapy.