I don’t know what’s worse – having my mother staying with me or having her ring me three times a day to make sure I’m ok. Probably the latter. *sigh*
Despite Mum’s “progress” in the session with my therapist, she has slipped quickly back into old habits. They die hard, I guess.
I think she’s forgotten that sometimes she is overly critical and negative, just like sometimes I am over sensitive. Every time I try to clarify any perceived persecution, she slips into defensive mode, followed quickly by attack mode. *sigh*
I have been trying to stand in her shoes. To understand her perspective and to see that not everything is criticism. But it’s hard. Sometimes she is just critical – for no good reason.
She even said to me: “You have no sense of humour anymore.” Not when I’m feeling attacked, no, Mum, I don’t.
We did have some laughs about the washing, though, and other things – the things she’s super anal about but I don’t really care about. I guess if therapy can’t produce more wholesome lasting change in our relationship, then this is something, I suppose.