A little annoyed sometimes, when I think back on it... but not really angry. I know my mother did the best she could. It's not like her own mother had done much to help her with her problems either; it was a learning experience for us all. It also certainly didn't help how distracted she was by the borderline psychosis of my narcissist of a step father.
In a sense, though, I do feel a little... I guess, betrayed
, by how openly frustrated she got with me sometimes. Learning about her lifelong struggles with anxiety and depression as an adult made me a little resentful that she wasn't more understanding of what I was going through as a child/teen--that she didn't even seem to see
it. She wasn't cruel, by any means... but she also had limited patience and was very dismissive when I tried to explain myself. Her reactions (and lack thereof) to my panic attacks were especially hurtful.
I'm sure my neuroses weren't easy to deal with, though. So. It's whatever.
She's still a good mother.
Originally Posted by Tomorrowisalongtime
I don't believe in "mental" doctors. I also don't believe we as SA sufferers are mental patients, we just don't fit in this modern world where everything is about performances and promotions. I don't believe people with SA are "sick", we just have different personality traits that don't fit in with the current believes.
Introversion and a tendency toward shyness are personality traits. Anxiety is not.