

Yeah… I know I shouldn’t say those things (and of course, full transparency, what I actually said was a bit more specific but I’m not trying to put ALL our business on the Internet). I have my moments of weakness like anyone else. I blow up just like she does, and so do my brothers for that matter. I already have to moderate my tone with her so she can’t dismiss me out of hand for getting “too emotional”, so I don’t always find the nicest way to put things once I’ve lost that barrier (and honestly at that point it really doesn’t matter what I say anyways, she’s not going to hear it except to punch back). That’s not a skill that she ever demonstrated for me to have learned. To be clear, though, I’m not saying that to excuse myself from being the bigger person.
I do think it’s morbidly funny how she insists that you can’t help anyone, but she can help you, and also you can help someone if it’s specifically her.
Yep. It’s like she fully believes in whatever reality is convenient to her and will validate her feelings in the moment. It isn’t rooted in any concrete reasoning and often directly contradicts her previous assertions. If you try to correct the record she’ll just talk over you or accuse you of, again, whatever must be true for her to be feeling what she’s feeling (“I never said that”, “are you saying it’s my fault?”, “you’re so ___”, “you always/never do ___ when I ___”). Not only is it childish but it’s incredibly inconsistent, unpredictable, and impossible to keep up or relate with as a result.
You would think that this behavior would at least be limited to moments like this when tensions are high, but you would be wrong. She masks it when she can but it still comes out. So I’ve learned to let it go by without comment and deal with the feelings privately.
This all seems like it’s absolutely catastrophic for her mental health, but guess you might not have much of an ability or even inclination to intervene, which is fair enough.
You can only help someone that’s willing to admit they have a problem, and she’s explicitly sheltered herself from that reality. I wish there was more I could do, but I’m only one person, and the last person she’s willing to take advice from. If there was some service or a community that I could call on that wouldn’t just make the situation worse I would do it in a hearbeat, but we live within a brutal system that has systematically stripped away and alienated us from anything of that sort.




No worries, I know what you meant.
I’m more worried about them falling into the online manosphere gamergate pipeline, especially the older one who I swear gets into it with my mom just to feel something. They’re both around 10yo and all they’re interested in doing, at least when I’m around, is playing fortnite and other online games like roblox. When we visit with family they’re glued to their phones. There’s always a fight at bedtime, and probably in the morning before school just like there was with me. They already cuss like sailors in their game chats, repeating misogynist catchphrases and bullshit talking points about immigrants probably fed to them by some nazi chud they were playing with online.
They’re completely fueled by high-octane, short-term bursts of dopamine and the only discipline they have is whatever they’ve learned to cope with my mom’s outbursts; her parenting style is very much “bend and snap”, to the point that they don’t really respond to anything other than the “snap” part of that equation.
They’re good kids and they deserve a better childhood. My mom seems to think that means going on trips and having things, but that’s not at all what it means.
I’m sure that once they’re at an accessible age for it, if the whole LLM salt pillar doesn’t collapse by then, there won’t be many forces resisting their assimilation into the AI hivemind.
Maybe I’m being overly cynical and hyperbolic. To some extent yeah I get it, they’re kids, their frontal lobes aren’t fully developed and one way or another they are gonna find their way under your skin, but there has to be an adult in the situation that can see past a few hours from now and it can’t be them. It can’t be me either, god forbid I try to “mom” my mother’s children.
Idk. Maybe I’ll finally understand when I have kids of my own /s
Not that you asked. Sorry for the rant and thanks for reading.