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She would tell stories of how my dad would make her have s x with him, come with his boots on......I was 12 yrs. old. First of all, I had been taken against my wishes at 3 1/2 ...cried all the way to my new home, spent those years feeling like I was a captive in a home where I wasn't wanted by my uncle to begin with. I suffered from nightmares & felt an "evil" presence around me. The sounds at night grew louder and I dreaded the nights. My uncle tried to molest me around 8 and my aunt didn't believe me...I misbehaved fequently & kept saying I wanted to go home....
My aunt would say that was the last place for me to go. I would say..I hate you! You are not my mother!.....so to end up getting my wish and find this strange person who I had all these hopes for was a rude awakening. I came to live back at home in Sept. and by Dec. I saw my mother carted off to the institution as she "went off the deep end"...walking through glass...ranting/raving......she had brought her hand down on my face when I walked in the door totally unprepared by the attack!
By Feb. I was in my first foster home. When I went back again, and she was out because they put her on new meds...I was off from school one day, sitting on my bed, and she came to the door with a hammer in her hand. I was nervous, as I had my p.j.'s on and no shoes/socks on....it was cold outside and she started talking about strange things and acting angry so I ran downstairs, grabbing rubber boots and ran out the door without thought to how cold it was.
I stood shivering in the barn trying to stay warm, listening to her call my name...my full name.... Donna....... of (town, state), we know all about you!!!.
I will always remember the way she said it. I was about 14 1/2 at the time. Years later, when I read in the Bible about the way demons speak....I thought, "That is what she sounded like"! She may as well have said my name, of town, state and used, Legion in place of we know.
She didn't love the girls. I am one of 8 girls in the family the # 7 child. She threw my older sister down the stairs at my dad when she was a baby and yelled, "here you take her". That is how my aunt ended up with her. That sister is 5 yrs. older than me and lives with my brother 4 yrs. older than me in incest. They have been together over 30 yrs. This is what the madness has done and what I have had to live knowing. I built my life with my children away from them.
It may seem cold but I wanted my children to have a sense of normalcy. My oldest is on the autism spectrum and believe you me when I was told off record by a school psychologist that in his opinion she had childhood schizophrenia, when she was 6, I about lost it. I didn't think God could be so cruel as to do that to me. I was robbed of my mother...one sister is an alcoholic who has never been able to be in a relationship long enough to have stability/joy. The two that are like man/wife are grandparents & talk about how evil the world is and the government...blah, blah, blah, all the while living like they do acting normal. My oldest brother would run & hide in the silo because others would tease him that they were coming to take him away....he did that at 15 yrs. of age. If vocational rehab hadn't gotten wind of him & gotten him away from the farm, he wouldn't be out in society with a job at all. The brother one year younger than him was in the military & got out & was on drugs. I watched him od on pig tranquilizer when I was 17 & he laid on a door on the floor in basement reading the Bible. He found God. He would pace about preaching/ranting/raving and he was carted off to the hospital where they put him on thorazine. I remember going to see him & his tongue was hanging out & he could barely talk.
Later he threated to kill us for signing him in. He had stock piled weapons thinking there was going to be a war. He lives like a recluse now & still preaches, taking it one day at a time.
Lost two siblings in the same car accident when I had just turned 15. I think they were spared having to live with this, but such a tragic ending. Two were adopted out as my mother couldn't take care of them and one died at birth.
I have spent years trying to deal with all this and live a "normal" life. The last time I saw my mother about 15 yrs. ago, she motioned for me to come over and whispered in my ear that my dad screwed my older brother in the behind quarters.
I never could reach her and I didn't want to be in the place of madness. I chose to deal with my sorrows by intellectualism. Others pointed it out along the way. I think God was merciful to me with my first child as I didn't really know how to be a parent. I was an mixture of all the influences & didn't know how to be on ground level...so it has been a long process and a painful one of learning to be in the here & now and see that there are choices.
I have the echoes of things my mother said and sadness that she isn't a part of my life. I learned it was easier to call her by her full name. I hope answers can be found so that things can be better for others. I can't say that I ever called my mother "crazy" to her face.
As for the texting issue, I understand maybe she's worried about you. There are a lot of crazy stories in the news right now about texting and child pornography and so on. I'm sure she's trying to protect you. But I agree with the above poster. If she does have something like bipolar which is untreated, and you call her names, she may well act as you've described. But, as I said, hitting is not okay. I think you and your mother have a lot of work to do, so please see if you can find someone to help.