Um, alittle help please?
Hello, my name I'm keeping anonymous, but I'm a twenty two year old male, can't work for many reasons (I wish I could) , but that's not my problem right now...
My problem is my mom, I trust her and tell her things I expect to never be said to anyone else again, but she just goes and tells EVERYONE she knows, I can't stand it, I'm starting to actually hate my own mother now, because it's hard enough without all my past mistakes or things I would much rather prefer to forget, but she reminds me, tells everyone about them, is this not a total lack of trust on her behalf?
After all, I trusted her with some things I would never tell anyone, and she goes and talks about them to friends in the street, so my life is becoming public knowledge, and I can NOT stand it.
Does anyone have any advice please?
Because at this rate, I'm putting up a 'wall' between me and my 'family' because they talk too much about my private affairs, I've tried letting it slide, but she has been doing it for years, forgetting the fact that I'm twenty two, and have my own life to live, a private life, and I trust her with this information to help me, but she just goes on and on to all her friends about everything I do and say.
I'm losing my mind thanks to this!
Well , thanks for your time to read my pointless post, advice very VERY welcome.
I've tried shrinks, lots of them, didn't work, my support workers don't help too.
I'm starting to get the feeling that my life is just an open glass display for everyone to know about, and it angers me.
Edit 1: And hehe, I don't confide in my mom at all, I just thought I could trust her enough to talk to her about private infomation without everyone in my family knowing it, I'm starting to wonder if anyone is on my side anymore.
Edit 2: I'm starting to get abit worried now, if I can't even trust my family anymore, is there anyone I can trust? Shrinks cause me problems, some of my support workers help alot, but then my mom makes things worst, my god, I went through hell to get my own place, hoping to get away from her doing this, but she just happens to live half an hour away from me, and likes showing up without warning sometimes, so she also disturbs my studies, she is driving me totally insane! (She's great and sacrificed everything for me, home-schooled me, and saved my life on many occasions....She's a great person, but I'm obviously not, I just feel ungreatful, dispite the fact I couldn't thank her enough for anything in anyway, she tells me not to worry about it, so do my family most of the time, but then my 'support' workers come on and make me feel like a total pile of manure.
Edit 3: And a trust worthy friend? Seriously, as the last edit points out I don't trust my family, most other people are going to be much worst,
and every 'friend' I've ever had I've ever been hurt by, or caused them problems. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
hartzofspace
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Maybe she is having trouble thinking of you as a full grown adult. Maybe it is time to put some distance between you; by this I mean emotionally. This means no more confidences, keeping conversations on a superficial level (discussing weather, etc.)
She needs to be taught healthy boundaries. Maybe you can arrange to meet her away from your place, like for coffee somewhere for an hour. If she shows up unannounced, would it be too hard for you to ask her to meet you someplace else at a later time? I hate having people drop in on me, so that must be frustrating.
She is your mother. But now that you are grown, she has to start letting go a little. There is no reason for you to wallow in guilt; it does no one any good anyway. If you want privacy, healthy boundaries, and respect that doesn't mean that you are not appreciative of all that your mother has done for you!
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