Your words always flatten me. I truly believe my daughter and I are not nearly to that point. I sent you our Mothers Day. We were fine. Unsure who influences her otherwise. A few people on my mind. I’ve stopped all lecturing. Anything I say is normal and positive. And I assure you, I have pictures made when possible. I “think” there were some mental issues your mother might have had that weren’t discussed back then but I can’t say what I don’t know about. I just know you have helped me immensely for taking on this topic along with autism, lots of kiddos and marriage. Your writing is beyond perfect. I hope we can meet again one day. I’m proud of having a picture made with you. I’d love one with you, me, my daughter and granddaughter. Come to NC and give a speech. I can make the pictures happen. I know your Mother’s Day was grand and I am glad. ❤️😘
I don’t think any mother would choose to be this kind. Not being available to her kids. Mentally or psychically. Especially mentally, as that could cause forever damage. Damage in so many ways. Damage from the point of no return in some cases. I might have been assent mentally ,and not recognized being so.
I just can’t imagine these things. My daughter and I have been estranged more years than I’d like thinking, talking about. It’s been so long, I’m ashamed of it. I’ve tried getting together with us hopefully having a meeting of the minds. But, I’m met with words I later can’t understand.
She says when contacting her, she loves me and prays for me. And talks as though things are okay. Like we haven’t been apart. I even called her asking if it would be okay to email her. She agreed. I did so several times. And she replied, until one day she just stopped. I thought maybe not talking on the phone would give her feelings of being more open.
In the end, none of these things worked. She never said why she hadn’t called, come home the past so many years. Nothing. Emails just stopped along with phone calls. Phone calls I made.
And during this time her daddy had Alzheimer’s, of which he died of two yrs. ago.
The odd thing about these calls I was making, she never once ask about her daddy, although my son had been relating his health issues to her, she could have acknowledged his looming death.
I still don’t understand her not at least asking about him. She had professed to love so much.
I have since thought she didn’t love him as professed to do so.
She knew she could come home to see him while suffering Alzheimer’s. But, not once did she come. And distance doesn’t play a part. She lives within sight of my home.
The oddest thing. Night of his death, she and her best friend posted on Facebook announcing his death, and many well wishers posted sorrows for her loss. People who didn’t have a clue of anything pertaining to his life or death . And had no way of knowing his daughter hadn’t called asking about him in yrs. Not coming to see him in as many years.
Only God knows what power I found deep down to not go there and let everyone know this daughter hadn’t been there at all in 16 years to see this daddy she was despondent over.
She then showed up at his viewing, crying, sobbing as though she’d been there for her daddy.
Showing up at his funeral and hadn’t been home in years caused me to feel like friends knowing our situation thought she had to wait and see him after his death. Giving others thoughts she couldn’t visit him at home before his death. Which of course none of that is true.
Either I’m missing something, or I’m the crazy one.
She also put flowers on his grave representing all seasons of the year.
To say I’ve felt strange about this entire situation is putting it mildly.
She hasn’t called, written, nothing since his death.
I saw her husband last year. And ask him to let her know I’d like seeing her.
But, nothing.
If anyone here has any idea what causes this behavior. I’d love hearing it.
you go momma!!! You did this hard thing when it wasn't talked about, You and Joe and your family navigated the waters of Autism for 20 years now. I look up to you more than anyone!! You did the simple things that helped your son greatly!! You go momma!! You got this!!💜💜
A perfect remembrance of your “estranged” Mama for this day…
I can hear your souls soft cry for what could have been…
Happy Mother’s Day, Carrie.
Your words always flatten me. I truly believe my daughter and I are not nearly to that point. I sent you our Mothers Day. We were fine. Unsure who influences her otherwise. A few people on my mind. I’ve stopped all lecturing. Anything I say is normal and positive. And I assure you, I have pictures made when possible. I “think” there were some mental issues your mother might have had that weren’t discussed back then but I can’t say what I don’t know about. I just know you have helped me immensely for taking on this topic along with autism, lots of kiddos and marriage. Your writing is beyond perfect. I hope we can meet again one day. I’m proud of having a picture made with you. I’d love one with you, me, my daughter and granddaughter. Come to NC and give a speech. I can make the pictures happen. I know your Mother’s Day was grand and I am glad. ❤️😘
I don’t think any mother would choose to be this kind. Not being available to her kids. Mentally or psychically. Especially mentally, as that could cause forever damage. Damage in so many ways. Damage from the point of no return in some cases. I might have been assent mentally ,and not recognized being so.
I just can’t imagine these things. My daughter and I have been estranged more years than I’d like thinking, talking about. It’s been so long, I’m ashamed of it. I’ve tried getting together with us hopefully having a meeting of the minds. But, I’m met with words I later can’t understand.
She says when contacting her, she loves me and prays for me. And talks as though things are okay. Like we haven’t been apart. I even called her asking if it would be okay to email her. She agreed. I did so several times. And she replied, until one day she just stopped. I thought maybe not talking on the phone would give her feelings of being more open.
In the end, none of these things worked. She never said why she hadn’t called, come home the past so many years. Nothing. Emails just stopped along with phone calls. Phone calls I made.
And during this time her daddy had Alzheimer’s, of which he died of two yrs. ago.
The odd thing about these calls I was making, she never once ask about her daddy, although my son had been relating his health issues to her, she could have acknowledged his looming death.
I still don’t understand her not at least asking about him. She had professed to love so much.
I have since thought she didn’t love him as professed to do so.
She knew she could come home to see him while suffering Alzheimer’s. But, not once did she come. And distance doesn’t play a part. She lives within sight of my home.
The oddest thing. Night of his death, she and her best friend posted on Facebook announcing his death, and many well wishers posted sorrows for her loss. People who didn’t have a clue of anything pertaining to his life or death . And had no way of knowing his daughter hadn’t called asking about him in yrs. Not coming to see him in as many years.
Only God knows what power I found deep down to not go there and let everyone know this daughter hadn’t been there at all in 16 years to see this daddy she was despondent over.
She then showed up at his viewing, crying, sobbing as though she’d been there for her daddy.
Showing up at his funeral and hadn’t been home in years caused me to feel like friends knowing our situation thought she had to wait and see him after his death. Giving others thoughts she couldn’t visit him at home before his death. Which of course none of that is true.
Either I’m missing something, or I’m the crazy one.
She also put flowers on his grave representing all seasons of the year.
To say I’ve felt strange about this entire situation is putting it mildly.
She hasn’t called, written, nothing since his death.
I saw her husband last year. And ask him to let her know I’d like seeing her.
But, nothing.
If anyone here has any idea what causes this behavior. I’d love hearing it.
How do you reach someone to ask, why?
you go momma!!! You did this hard thing when it wasn't talked about, You and Joe and your family navigated the waters of Autism for 20 years now. I look up to you more than anyone!! You did the simple things that helped your son greatly!! You go momma!! You got this!!💜💜