Monday, September 28, 2015

I Found My Mother's Family


My grandmother died five months ago.

I just found out a few days ago when I stumbled across her obituary online.

Well, stumbled may be a little misleading since I was in fact looking for her, but I wasn't expecting to find out that she was dead.

Actually, I wasn't even expecting to find her at all.

Now before I go any further I should probably clarify a few things, the first being that this is not the grandmother that I used to live with. Nope, that grandmother is alive and about as well as you can be when you are nearly 90, and I'm happy to say that despite the distance that I have put between myself and 99% of my family, she is one of the few people that I am still in contact with.

So the grandmother that I found online, she is the other one. My step-grandmother to be exact, but I never knew my real grandmother because she killed herself when my mother was three. This woman married my mother's father when my mom was still very young, and then several decades later she murdered him (or so the tale goes). After the murder my mother disowned my step-grandmother (a family tradition I guess?). I was roughly 12 years old when she did that and very much like what went on in my family when I disowned my mother, the rest of my mother's family turned around and disowned her.

I guess I do have something in common with my mother.


I was really sad when she disowned them. I missed the cousins that I saw on a regular basis, the aunt's who used to dote on me, the Christmas traditions, and the family vacations. Unlike my father's side of the family and my always strained relationship with them, I liked my mother's family and I thought they liked me.

But then one day they were gone and I was being told "your grandpa and grandma were really abusive towards your mom when she was younger and she can't put up with it anymore, especially now that grandma killed grandpa."

For years I took that at face value. I always assumed that my mother was abusive because she herself had been abused, and that she split from them for good reason. In fact when I disowned her and my brothers shunned me, I thought a lot about how my mother's own siblings had done that to her, and how unlike her, I wasn't going to let it destroy me.

But lately I've been questioning my mother's recollection of her past.


As long as I've known my mother, which as you know has been the entirety of my existence, she has been crazy. I don't say that to come off as offensive, but I mean it in all sincerity. She is nuts. She is on more medications and has more therapists than I can even count. She has a list of mental health diagnoses a mile long, has spent literal years of my life locked away in mental institutions, and even electric shock therapy didn't help her. I wish I could be more sympathetic to her problems and I'm not without compassion for mental health issues, but with her I just can't. It was her free pass to abuse me and her "get out of jail free" card to manipulate me and I'm sorry, but I just don't have any compassion left in me for her and her very-real-yet-somewhat-fabricated problems. Either way, I was always told that her issues stemmed from her abusive childhood, but lately.... I'm not so sure.

And that's a fine line of suspicion to walk because just as my abuse was hidden, I'm willing to believe that hers was as well. I know that child abuse can change your thought pattern and I'm willing to grant her that a lot of what she put me through was learned behavior, but still...

Something just isn't right.

In growing up with my mom I know how messed up her thinking is. She has spent my entire lifetime showing me how easily she lies and because of that I just don't know what to believe anymore. I know that I would have a conversation with her and two minutes later she would recount the same conversation back to me in a completely different light — one in which she was the victim and the I was the aggressor. I spent enough time living in frustration of her deluded sense of reality that I'm beginning to question if the abuse started with her mother, or if it started with her.

Was she really abused or was she just born with a personality disorder that left her feeling like a perpetual victim?


And I almost hate to say that last line because I know that anyone could then turn around and say the same thing about me... but truth be told I don't care what anyone else thinks because I'm the one who has lived my life, I know what happened during it, and that's good enough for me.

But....

I've started to get curious as to what really happened in my mothers life (which in turn affected my life). There are a lot of things that happened to me growing up that I would love to be able to place an adult level of understanding on, but the information I have is so fragmented that it's hard to make any sense of it. After mulling it over for a few years I finally decided to see what I could find out. Armed with just a few names of the family members I used to have, I scoured Facebook for any signs of them, but I came up empty. Eventually I put the entire list of my family members names in the Google search bar and hit "enter."

My step-grandmother's obituary from five months ago popped up along with all of my mother's family member information. My cousins where all listed as survivors, but my brothers and I were not. My mother was not even acknowledged as one of the children and for some reason that made me sad. If my mother were to die tomorrow, I wonder if there would be any record of my existence either...

Anyway, it then took me less than five minutes to find nearly everyone on Facebook and before long I was able to figure out basically anything I would need to know to contact them.

I may have also looked at their pictures, but I won't confirm anything.

Now I'm left with the question, what should I do?


On one hand looking at the situation objectively, I can see where my mother's story holds truth. Maybe my mother's real mother killed herself because her husband (my mother's father) was abusing her. Maybe her step-mother then killed her father because he was abusing her also. Maybe her siblings — just like mine — couldn't accept her revolt from the abuse and disowned her as well.

Maybe my mother then went on to continue the pattern and abused me.

Or... maybe my mother's real mother suffered from the same laundry list of mental illnesses that my mother suffers from and that's why she killed herself. Maybe my step-grandmother did not actually kill my grandfather and that's just another one of my mother's fabrications, and maybe my mother's family disowned her for all the same reason's that I disowned her, because she is — as one therapist and several of her sisters stated — "actually crazy."

MAYBE, MAYBE, MAYBE.

Hum.

I kind of want to find out, but do I really want to open that box?

I sat there looking at the Facebook profiles for nearly an hour, contemplating what I would even say if I messaged them, and in the end I shut the laptop and walked away.

I'm not sure what I want to do yet. I would love to have some actual family and there are so many holes in my childhood that I would love to fill, but how do I know that my mother's family isn't just as deceptive as my mother is? If you remember I said that the quality that I despise the most about my mother is how appealing she seems to be to everyone else — how well she masks her evil.


I simply don't know if that's also a family tradition.

I guess I have a lot to think about, but one thing is for sure, living in a real-life version of the game "Clue" is making me feel crazy.

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If You Want To Read More About My Mother, My Brothers, Or Growing Up In Abuse, You Can Find That Here: 

That Post Where I Finally Talk About My Brothers

Damn Straight I'm Gonna Wear It!

I Didn't Even See It Coming

I Saw My Mother

I'm Going To See My Mother

I'm Afraid Of Me


Photo Credits

Green eye in shadow

Long hair crazy face

Eye

Blurred girl

Sweater over mouth

19 comments:

  1. Well, you could contact them saying you want to just 'reconnect' and see where it goes from there. You're pretty good at spotting crazy, so that would be a safer way to have your cake and eat it too.

    Plus, say they aren't crazy and are pretty awesome. Wouldn't it be great for the kids to have cousins to play with?

    Idk, these are my thoughts. I know you will make the best decision for yourself and your kids! :) <3

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    1. Thats pretty much exactly what I'm thinking :)

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  2. The good thing about Facebook is that you can pretty much control the nature and depth of your interactions with people. If you reach out to them, and they're crazy, you can block them again and no one is the wiser. Seems reasonably low-risk, safety wise. Emotionally? I don't think you'll ever be able to answer that question definitively in advance.

    Was there anything in Google about your grandpa's murder?

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    1. Exactly, at least with Facebook I can just block them if they creepy me out lol!

      You know, I have NEVER googled his name. I actually had not thought of it before!! Why had I not thought of this!!??

      BE RIGHT BACK.

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    2. Welll??????????????????????? You can't just leave me hanging!!! Oh wait. You can. It's your blog. Damn.

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  3. When I've had to make a "contact or not contact" choice, based on protecting myself from crazy, I've sat on the information for a few months. I watched from a distance. A lot of people really aren't as FB savvy as they think they are, and so you can gather some information about them just by watching profile pictures come and go, and with posts that are accidentally public. You don't have to make a decision right now.

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    1. That's an amazing idea. So... maybe I should respectfully stalk them for a while before committing myself to anything....

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  4. Holy shit Eden. When I heard you mention "family drama", this was NOT what I was thinking...

    But I think you might be thinking of this a little too black-and-white, in the same way your mother probably thinks. Perhaps your step-grandmother wasn't the greatest, but that could NOT have as much to do with your mother's mental health than her own mother's mental illness/suicide, and the fact that she grew up without a biological mother. Sudden (and permanent) separation from your mother before age 3 - THAT is what creates personality disorders. Add that to biological illnesses like bipolar, schizophrenia, major depression, and you have a recipe for disaster.

    Basically, I don't think your step-grandma would have much to do with your mother being the way she is as she seems to have made you think. And I would definitely take that "murder" thing with a grain of salt.

    Regardless of how perfect these people are, you are related to them (or some of them?) They're probably a little less weirdly close than your father's side, and maybe this can give you the opportunity to hear the other side of the story? As well as maybe tell them a little bit more about your own dealings. I just reconnected with my half-sister and have told her a lot about the stuff our mother did, and let me tell you, it's helped... A LOT.

    By the way... I want to add that I can relate. My non-biological grandma who raised me, I found out she died in the obituaries as well. Such a weird experience.

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    1. You do bring up some very valid points...

      Geesh you guys, you give me so much to think about!! I mean yay, and wow. SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.

      I'm glad things are working out well with your half sister!!

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  5. I found out through obituary as well that my own grandmother died, but i found out years later. I was very close to her. Until my aint took her to luve with her. The last time i spoke to her, she thought i was my dead aunt who died in 1983. My aunt and my sad didnt get a long so she didnt tell him his own mother died so us kuds didn't get to know.

    I saw if you are doubting your mom's story, for clarity and a different view point, contact the family. Like someone else said you can limit ir not limut communication via Facebook.

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    1. Aw that's so sad :(

      Yes, I think Facebook will provide a good platform for maintaining a safe distance :)

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  6. Was there one person in her family that you particularly remember fondly and think may be receptive? If so, I would start there. I would also think it would be more productive and also more risky, to go with someone of your Mom's generation as they will have more first hand info...but, if the crazy IS family wide, are more likely also be!

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  7. It would be good to hear someone else's version of what happened to your grandfather.

    I'd say make contact, cautiously. Don't let it break your heart if it doesn't work out, see it as breaking even.

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  8. I would try to find out what happened but take everything with a grain of salt and guard your heart. The saying insanity runs in the family may come in handy one day!!

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  9. I know this post is from some months ago, but I have been obsessively reading your posts from the beginning. From my experience, because this part of your story completely mirrors my story, go for it. I made the best decision I ever made a little over a year ago, but tracking down my biological father, after disowning my biological mother and her youngest daughter for their continued abuse and accusations focused on me. I disowned them in 2010, after I suffered a painful miscarriage, and my mother chose that time to once again unleash her hatred and lies upon me. And I never regretted it. I also will never regret finding my biological father for the first time in 40 years, and finding out THE TRUTH. And it was exactly as I suspected, and exactly as you suspect. That the abuse started with my mother, not before that, like she had always claimed. Very eye opening and affirming.

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    1. I'm so sorry that you went though that, but so proud of how strong you are! You are amazing!!

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