I have to continue the previous post: My daughter is not inviting any of my family to her reception, either. I am so torn about it. But she is upset with all of them and on one hand, I agree. When my husband left me, he convinced all of them that I deserved it, because I was crazy. I guess I should do some explaining:
Nearly 5 years ago, I sought the help of a therapist. I might have gotten by without my T, but my husband had put his plan into action of making me believe I was losing my mind. I was not aware, then, that my colors were alters; all I knew was that my world was crumbling down around me.
So, in my T's office, I tried to hang on to a sense of normalcy, which wasn't easy because nearly from the start, my T began talking to my alters, he just didn't tell me till several months later.
Adding to the problem was, of course my husband's scheme, that was playing out at home, so I was learning about DID and believing my alters were causing the problems at home.
Finally, I realized my husband was to blame for some things and I began to move on with finding out more about the people who abused me. My first logical choice was my mother. I invited her to a therapy session and my T and I told her about my PTSD (not DID) and about the abuse. I asked her a few questions, we explained to her that I didn't blame her in any way for what happened to me because she was taken advantage of, too.
My family has no boundaries. It was a mistake to tell her anything.
She left my T's office, went home and called all of my siblings and cried and screamed to them that I had blamed her for everything. By the end of the week, two of them had called me, threatening me with lawsuits and restraining orders, one had stalked me to a therapy session then followed me to my mother's where a fight ensued and he told me I'd be better off dead. One went to my T's office and told him to stay away from my mother, and the last one, drove 400 miles to stand on my doorstep and tell my daughter that I need to keep my problems to myself.
I haven't talked to any of them (except Mom) for 4 years. Even thru my Dad's death and funeral, I was always left out, (partially my choice) as if I don't exist. There simply is no boundaries, no where for me to hide.