Oh, when I returned to Washington after the job in Colorado didn’t work out, her behavior towards me got a million times worse and I eventually had a full nervous breakdown. But my mother, she was now resentful of the mental health care system because they told her that she could not have me involuntarily committed just because I was thinking of changing jobs and moving.
When I was in high school, she loved it when the doctors wrote out prescriptions for chemical restraints after they let her do all of the talking for me. Once I took control of my mental health care away from her, she started telling me that mental health care was nothing but a massive waste of money and that I could easily choose to not be clinically depressed like flipping a lightswirch. Then she told me when I was first suicidal, it made her feel suicidal, but then she realized she had to be strong and tell me to just get over clinical depression and that I was choosing to have the nervous breakdown and therefore I was an asshole who was only trying to hurt her. I once got accepted at a warehouse job at the local airport around this time - it was the food service warehouse, pay started off good, and it had good benefits. My mother and stepfather screamed at me and demanded I turned that job down, because they heard food service and warehouse and assumed I would be serving customers, and they accused me of lying when I told them there was a whole warehouse in the back. She eventually told me if I took that job, I better have a place to move into the very next day because she would kick me out. But then she forced me into manufacturing jobs full of the homophobic good ole boys I was trying to get away from to begin with. Eventually, I moved out after less than three weeks at their place, I was unemployed, and I drained my savings within a year. I applied for SSDI and got approved. My mother later admitted how much it hurt her when I got my massive back pay check and I did not offer to give most of that money to her. And she claims I am selfish.
When I finally got hospitalized for suicidal ideation, it was because a friend drove me to the ER. My mother kept on telling me that suicidal ideation was something I could turn off like a lightswirch, just by smiling and pretending nothing was wrong. When she visited me in the hospital, literally the only thing she wanted to talk about was how I was taking a luxury vacation and wasting taxpayer money.
Now mom claims “I had no idea how sick you actually were” and “You never told me you needed mental health care”. Nice revisionist history. But all of this is in the past and I am still processing it all. I am seriously considering moving to Michigan, but my mother is not going to find out about it until I am long gone.