My goodness me our mum’s were delightful weren’t they? No, not really.
My mum had a sharp tongue, especially when she was drunk. My stepfather insisted that I leave school at 15 and get a job. I was ‘chubby’ at the time and taking slimming pills. I was also staving myself.
So, often at night I’d cry myself to sleep. This one night my mum must have heard me when they came home from the pub. She came in and asked me what was wrong because I was crying. I told her I was fat and ugly. She said ‘Well, at least you’ve got a pretty face.’
I will be 70 next month and remember that night like it was yesterday. I was completely miserable. My mum and I had an acrimonious relationship at best. She chose alcohol, both with my father and my stepfather sadly and she and I could never really communicate. She moved away to another State to be near my sister.
The initial poster is unfortunately right, we remember all the hurtful comments, the abuse from our past.
I had a neighbour move into a flat next to me. She said that if she saw someone like me on the street, she would cross over to avoid walking past me. She believes that people carrying any weight or looking different than the norm are freaks. That they have no self discipline. She said this to my face.
I could go on…but you get the drift. This stuff stays with you and undermines your confidence and your ability to face the world. You are constantly paranoid about what people think of you.
The above are only a couple of examples.
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