My mother appears to be listening!
My mother rings me every Thursday night at 6:45pm. Sharp. If I’m not home she gives me until 7:30pm to return her call, then she rings me on the mobile. I could set my watch by these calls. They drive me nuts. The standard banter goes something like this:
Mum: “Hi, it’s me.”
Me: “Hello. How are you?”
Mum: “Fine, and you?”
Me: “Fine. What’s new?”
Mum: “Nothing. You?”
Last week I was still with my therapist when she rang on the mobile (at 7:30pm on the knocker!) I checked to see who it was and told my therapist. We’ve talked about the monotony of these phone calls before, so we both laughed. Then my therapist said “Tell her I said hi”. Oh my god, too funny! Of course, I just had to do that. My mother was quite literally speechless. It still makes me laugh, it’s just too too funny.
Anyway, the point of this update is to let you all know that my mother now appears to be listening to me. This week she asked how I am (beyond the standard banter). She also asked if I’m still seeing my therapist, if I’m getting better and what my therapist says about my progress. Of course these questions feel like the quintessentially stupid questions asked of people with ill health: “are you better yet?”, but they’re something.
I find all this a bit confronting and scary. I’m not used to engaging with my mother on anything other than a superficial level so am freezing up completely when she starts poking around.
I’ll give her some credit for trying though, and will talk to my therapist about my own deficiencies in this situation.