I am going to seriously stop telling my mother any details about my life. Earlier today, I told her I did not go to the gym today because it got crowded on Sunday afternoons, and she responded by accusing me of telling her bizarre lies in reaction to something as simple as that. I hate my blood family. I would rather die than talk to any of them again. A bullet in my brain is less painful than the nonstop stream of gaslighting and disvalidation I get from these people.
I keep wondering why you even bother talking to them. Like, do you NEED to? Is it for some reason a requirement related to something you want to or must accomplish?
Or are you doing it out of a habit you cannot seem to break?
It's the same with the "12 step" thing or whatever it's called. So much of what you've said about them seems to say that they are the opposite of actually being helpful.
So... why even interact?
Why not just drop the bloody mic and walk away?
If you keep allowing them to have a voice in your world, they're never going to shut the heck up.