How do I deal with my parents on limited resources without sending all of us into a fit? (likely to be TL;DR)
My parents and I have a very strange relationship. Over the years it has gone from really bad, to quite good, to distant, to just weird. My mother, in particular, has a lot of issues that come into conflict between us.
She's the eldest of two, from a South Asian country, but was brought up by her grandparents as her school was nearby. Her parents died when I was very young; she migrated with my dad to Malaysia when my sister was a little kid (I was born & bred in Malaysia some 11 years later). Her sister is currently in the US with her family, and she's got extended family elsewhere.
She's always talked about how lonely she feels, how she feels that her family keep walking away from her. Unfortunately for her, her immediate family (us) are also the type to fly away. My sis is in the UK, I'm in Australia, and my dad's work takes him travelling often. We're far away not because we deliberately want to avoid her, but because we're all nomads and have found better livelihoods overseas. Still, she often tearfully accuses us of "abandoning" her, of "not wanting a mother anymore".
My dad isn't so great with emotional support. He's a typical dad - logical, stoic, sometimes formal. I'm the apple of his eye (Mum used to go on and on about how as soon as I was born Dad forgot about Mum and my sis and just focused on me) but it can be hard to get Dad to see why I do the things I do. He's very stubborn and has a certain view of what the world should be. Whenever any of us expresses a problem or vent, he either announces that he'll fix it all, brush it off with "don't worry be happy", or thinks we complain too much. The last bit sets Mum off SO MUCH to the point of fights - "Why don't you want to listen to me?! You're always away! You don't value me!!" I've often asked Dad to look after Mum a bit more but all Dad says is "she misses you two. Come back and she'll be better."
My sister and I, despite our age difference and she being far away for most of my life, are very very close. We've both turned out to be iconoclastic eccentric rebels (of a fashion) and we both understand and respect each other's life choices. My parents often try to ask one of us to lecture the other one on their choices "can you tell T not to travel so much? Can you tell M to call us more often?" but often we don't agree with the parents, we think the other's doing OK! Yet when we say this they launch into this tirade of us not caring about each other. My sister gets the worst of it - she's been yelled at so many times for supposedly not supporting me in my depression, for not paying for my education (there was a deal that she'd pay for my uni studies if she got her Ph.D. paid for; she never got enough money to do that but I wasn't too bothered either way), for not caring about me. Even though she's the only person in the family that respects me in the first place!!
My sister sometimes feels bad for me because she went through all the disappoint-the-parents stages first: changing her career from science to illustration, living together with her British fiancé before marriage, going off to weird arts festivals. This has put extra pressure on me to be the "good girl" - which, by my parents' standards, I absolutely "fail" at. They've just had a big upset over my sister declaring herself atheist (after her fiancé refused to perform the Muslim conversion ceremony at the upcoming wedding) - they will freak out if they discover my Pagan leanings!
I've just graduated university in Australia, and have just received a great opportunity that would involve staying here for at least another year. I like it here; I get to be myself without feeling like I'd be punished for being deviant. Due to high costs and restrictions on jobs, my education and life so far has been mostly subsidised by my parents. Getting the visa that lets me stay here longer, find a self-sustainable job, and develop myself to do the things I like costs more than what I have in my bank account at the moment, so I've had to rely on them again for money.
There was some back-and-forthing (which I thought was weird since my parents were pretty keen on me getting Aussie PR and were pushing for it at one stage) but they're now supporting me financially. Hopefully when I finally have this visa I'll have financial freedom and stop leeching off my parents. It doesn't give me emotional freedom though - my parents (my mother, especially) call up wondering where I am, why I don't call back (when I *do* call they think I've gotten into an accident, even though I just want to say Hi), etc etc etc.
My mum has been especially emotional lately. She told me she was "extremely sick"; I asked Dad about it and he said she was working herself into a tizzy because she thought we were fighting over visas (we have disagreements, which are tiring, but nothing to get sick over). It was only after I wrote back with lots of emails saying I'll be fine, I'll look after myself, I'll be responsible, I understand your troubles and know you want me safe etc etc, that she calmed down a bit.
Then today on Facebook, despite all my best attempts at privacy management, she found some photos of me at a Pagan ritual. "OMG SHE'S JOINED A CULT AND PRAYING TO STUPID GODS!!" I had to dodge my dad's questions and build a cover story of us "play-acting", just so they can maintain the illusion of a good little Muslim daughter. (I defriended my mum after another freakout over a blog post - one that she claimed will "send her into hospital with a heart attack". Backfired. She got EXTREMELY upset and claimed that I wanted her out of my life.)
My sister and I have both felt like cutting them out of our lives. But not only is it not possible, it's not very desirable either. When Mum gets a hobby, like interior designing a house or something, she becomes SO MUCH better. She leaves me alone for once! She becomes awesome. Yet now she's afraid of being alone and lonely, desperately wants us back into a country that won't welcome us, doesn't know what to do. And we both know that cutting them off is equal to murder - it's their worst fear ever.
I'm stressed out and tired of having to build my life around my parents. I don't want to feel like I have to hide things from them, but I've already seen the consequences of that. I want to be completely independent of them, but until I get a job I'll still have to depend on them to some extent. They'll always think I'm their "baby" and probably never will think of me as an adult. They absolutely hate the term "It's MY life"; when my sister told them that some years ago they went ballistic.
What do I do? How do I cope mentally and emotionally with this? Am I selfish for wanting to lead my own life even though it clashes with my parents' values? How can I talk to them without every conversation ending in tears (and me being worried about Mum's sanity) or shouting or anger? How can I be true and honest around them if my truth scares them so much?
posted by divabat to human relations (13 comments total)
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There are (in this view) five major ways to show & receive love:
Compliments: "I love you, you're a great mom." "You're so handsome & funny, I'm glad I married you."
Quality Time: Maybe making dinner together, or chatting over a cup of tea, or helping solve a problem.
Gifts: any size, ranging from sharing the first bite of my dessert with you to buying you a Porsche.
Acts of Service: Doing her laundry, offering to drive her somewhere. Noticing the little things and helping without being asked.
Touch: hugs, cuddles, or, in a romantic situation, sex.
Most people will naturally want to do a couple of the five things to express their love for others. And most people will really feel loved if another person does one or two of these things for them. The catch is that which kind of love you like to give, and which kind of love means most to you when you receive it, can vary widely from person to person. And if someone gives you love in the wrong language, it can feel unsatisfying.
For instance, I don't care that much about quality time. I will happily sit in the same room as a friend and use my laptop and ignore him for hours, even if we don't see each other often. Several of my friends are totally fine to do the same, ignoring me to use the computer, and I don't mind a bit. One friend once sent me a very thoughtfully chosen and expensive gift, something I really wanted but would never have bought for myself, and oh man, I felt really loved. Another friend wrote me a sweet, loving birthday letter, and I cherish it- her words made me feel so loved. Carefully-chosen gifts or loving words translate as "a lot of love" in my books. Quality time does not really "feel" like love to me; I'm totally able to conduct a meaningful friendship with very little facetime.
Now when I love someone, I find that I want to show it with acts of service. If I love you I will wash your dishes, whether you want me to or not. Sadly, some people do not care about the dishes, and so my doing the dishes at a friend's house will often be interpreted as weird and maybe even judgemental (oops).
And my boyfriend does not want his dishes done. He thinks it's weird that I'd do dishes instead of sit on the couch with him, and he feels hurt and ignored when I use the laptop instead of interacting with him. This is because he LOVES quality time, and he doesn't care at all about acts of service. And eventually I realized, that if I only give love the way I want to give it (acts of service), I am kind of serving myself more than I'm loving him. I personally don't care much about quality time, but my boyfriend does. So now I make an effort to show him love his way: by closing the laptop, leaving the dishes piled in the sink, and laughing at infomercials on TV with him. Our relationship really improved when I started doing this. And eventually I asked him for a love letter, because he's not one to express love in flowery words (he thinks it cheapens love to say it out loud!) And when he finally did, that letter meant a lot to me.
So I think you need to figure out how your family members each give and receive love. Then figure out how to give them each they type of love they can receive, and also help them to express the kind of love they each naturally want to express.
For instance:
If your mom wants to give or get quality time, you could have a weekly half-hour phonecall (while you fold your laundry is a good time, I find). Have detailed conversations "And then what did she say? And then what did you say?" etc.
If it's acts of service, you can let her express that love by saving up questions to ask her so she can feel useful during the call. "Mom how do I make that stew again?" "Mom, I need advice!" "Mom, can you make me a warm scarf?" Whatever, make it up if you need to- just let her feel helpful & involved. My mom likes to give advice, so sometimes I ask her questions I don't even care that much about- "Mom, why is my plant sick? It has bugs!" "Mom, what's my RSP contribution limit this year?" And she goes off & researches it & sends me a zillion clippings and I tell her they were really helpful, and then she feels closer to me and we're all happier. If you think your mom misses receiving acts of service, you could send her gift certificates or thoughtful newspaper clippings.
If your mom feels love via gifts, send her some. Via compliments, write her a "mom loveletter". If it's touch- well, that's hard overseas- maybe mail her some soft cozy clothing and tell her the sweater is a proxy for a hug!
Just make sure to give her love, not in the way you like to give it, but the way SHE likes to get it. I think that strategy will help, and it can be applied to any loving relationship. Good luck!
posted by pseudostrabismus at 2:34 AM on February 20, 2009 [77 favorites]