Ughhh, so tonight was one for the therapist.
Remind me, dear followers, to never go out shopping with my mother again.
My mother’s attitude, outside the car, was great. Her attitude, while inside the car and the store, was worse than your average pissed off 13-year-old’s.
I got so pissed at one point that I yelled at my dad and said, “Oh, so you’ve noticed how irritable she’s been? GOOD TO KNOW.”
And at another point, I nearly gave her the finger, and acted like I was gesturing to get my sister from the video game aisle.
Finally, in the car, on the way home, I had to fight the urge to yank my mother by the hair and actually give her a, “Change your attitude, or so help me, I will
fucking turn this car around!” talk.
Throughout the entire trip she yelled, gritted her teeth, shouted, berated, and gave us all death glares.
The only good thing that came out of this was that I’ve noticed that my sister has learned the hang-back method, the final method to deal with my mother’s rapidly changing mood when she deals with her own Bipolar tendencies.
When my mother gets that way, like she was tonight, you hang back. As a rite of passage, you, as the offspring in this family, will learn you cannot placate her, you cannot distract her, you cannot joke with her; you basically cannot do anything of use with her, so eventually, as the offspring, you’ll learn to stop trying.
This is what I call the hang-back method. You let her act like a bull in a china shop, but you’re outside the china shop, looking in. You don’t bother her. You don’t try to placate her. You don’t try to change her mood. You just let it happen, but hell, you avoid her like she’s harboring the plague.
Pretend you’re texting, talking to someone else, or whatever, but you do not engage in conversation with her and you certainly do not try and change her mood because everything you say from that point on will be scrutinized by her x 10.
So, I’m glad my sister has reached that plateau. That’s the only good thing I can get from this.