I spoke with my mother not long ago, which doesn’t happen often ( by choice).
We only talk about the most superficial things. I cannot bring up anything regarding my illness to her or she either shuts down or literally scoffs. She has never believed I had any sort of illness, and because she suffers from depression and still functions quite highly, she thinks I should be able to do this too.
I remember many instances from childhood (and teen years) in which she treated me very differently from my siblings. One example: My brother was dancing around the living room and stepped on her foot. She laughed it off, saying, “It’s okay bubby.” Couldn’t have been more than an hour later, I bumped into her in the kitchen reaching for a glass for some water. Her response to me was, “Jesus Christ. Go sit down.”
There are many such examples seared into my memory. She seemed to routinely show me that I was the lesser child. Lesser person, really. Our relationship remains distant and superficial.
This is my feeling. My question is: Do you think this is a common misconception made by children, or could my thoughts have some merit? Does this often happen to children, that one is treated much better than another?