How To Cope With Toxic Parents

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It was bound to happen. I don’t know why I had convinced myself that it would not. After all, April 5th comes around every year. My Dad’s birthday. And with that date comes the dilemma. Should I call? Should I just send a card? Should I respect my Mom’s wishes and pretend I don’t exist? Should I continue to protect myself against their toxicity or push the envelope to see how far I have recovered?

    In a recent post about self doubt I referred to ‘toxic friends’. Since that time I have received many inquiries about toxic parents. I am not an expert on this topic but I do have an experienced understanding of what it is like to try and maintain good mental health while dealing with toxic parents.
    Take last weekend for example. My Dad’s birthday. I did call him. He wasn’t home. I left a message. He did call me back. A short conversation revolving around birthday wishes and his birthday trip to South Florida. As always with these conversations, I feel short changed somehow and compelled to ask for more. I called my Dad back and mentioned (again) that he is always welcome to stop by (they live fifteen minutes from me). His response was “I know, but I don’t want to upset your mother”.
    A year ago that slap to my extended hand would have set me back for at least three months. On this day, I placed the phone back in it’s cradle. Admonished my self for 1/2 a day for calling back. Then I resumed my life.
    How was I able to build up such a strong barrier of immunization against my toxic parents’ hurtful ways? How am I able to continue to protect myself and my family from the fallout (see negative emotions below) that used to occur from being around them and or even just talking with them over the phone?

    There is no easy answer. The results that work for each of us are unique and derived mainly from trial and error. However, for all of us coping with toxic parents, there remains a constant truth. Having toxic parents creates situations that we cannot change.

    The best way I have learned to handle things that I cannot change is to practice acceptance. Acceptance does not mean approval. Acceptance means accepting the way things are without insisting that they should be different, and deciding to get on with your life in spite of the situation.

    I really like this statement suggested by The Foundation for Life Sciences:

    Acceptance.

    This is how it is.

    Not how it:

    • was
    • might have been
    • should have been

    Not how I:

    • want it to be
    • hoped it would be
    • planned it to be

    I accept that this is how it is.

    And now I will get on with my life in a positive way.

    Like anything else. The ability to cope with toxic parents and accepting that you cannot change their behaviors….takes practice. And this practice may not produce visible results for quite some time. However, ridding yourself of the fallout (the negative emotions) from dealing with toxic parents:

      • the anger
      • the depression
      • the frustration
      • the sadness
        will hopefully provide enough incentive necessary to accept and move on with your life. One statement. One step. At a time.
    For more on this topic click here.
    Don’t forget, if there is a question that you would like to have answered or a topic you would like to have discussed, be sure to email me at dbeverlyhills@gmail.com. All questions will remain anonymous. All answers will be sprinkled with my perspective.

8 Responses

  1. Pretty much sums it up if one wants to survive, doesn’t it?

    Danielle Says: Thanks so much for stopping by. Yep, it’s pretty much what keeps me from going over the edge in a fit of frustration and anger. Adding a cup of forgiveness to the acceptance goes a long way also ;)

  2. okay, did you write this just for me? My weeks been dealing with a set of them…
    hugs.

    Danielle Says: Let’s just say I had a feeling ;)

  3. Wow, you are definitely talking to me. My dads birthday was april 6, also my wedding anniversary. He has written me out of his life, but not my sister. Of course, she had to tell me all about his birthday, lol life!!

    Danielle Says: I know what you mean! My Dad tries to talk with me about the happenings of my Mom and my other siblings and it is all I can do to not be rude and scream “Stop! They’re not even talking to me, why would you want to share these things!”. Will be praying.

  4. I can’t believe it! You are such an extraordinary woman. You must be extra special to have become that way despite your toxic parents. So sorry to hear it! Hugs from Los Angeles!

    Susan

    Danielle Says: Aw shucks Susan! Thanks for the kind, kind, words and especially the hugs!! I must admit that God and an extraordinary therapist helped heal me. I could not have made it to this place on my own ;)

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  6. It felt so good to read your blog. I have struggles at times with my toxic parents. (Yesterday, in fact) I loved what you wrote about acceptance. “Acceptance does not mean approval.” If I ever tell anyone that I don’t have a relationship with my parents, I get the gasp and then I’m sorry. I chose to cut them out of my life to save myself. It hurts at times but I have to do what makes my life right. I know I have my heavenly father always.
    Thanks so much for writing on this.

  7. My widowed motherrthen, 32 now 71years, set different goalposts for each of her 3 children.

    She worships the oldest brother, 46, private school, given the family business. Can do no wrong.

    The youngest son, 39 was 3 at the time of my father’s death. He was, I feel relatively neglected, public school, poor performer and bullied by the elder brother. He has now severed ties with us -to my dismay, I just love him. I was always very protective of him.

    Middle child, only girl, me, 43, as a child excelled overall- the perfect clone of my mother but then lost the plot in early adulthood. Anorexia, depression, diagnosed bipolar, rehabiltated alcoholic -1 1/2 years to date, single parent, dont trust men, poor interpersonal relationships, struggled historically to hold a post/job as an attorney.
    This is all part of my history. Just had to close my law practice. Itshard work keeping my self esteem up and trying to be a better person. No understanding, no wanting to discuss anything withut her new husband. Won’t visit me. Doesn’t invite me to functions that only my oldest brother is privvy to.

    I love my brothers. But my communication and love is shunned. Cold.

    I must sever ties. I can’t get to her heart. She shuns me. She is like a wall!! Have nightmares of my rejection!!!

    I feel isolated, scared it aches.

    Why do I feel compelled to seek her love and approval?? There is nothing there!!!!

    Help!!

  8. Out of the frying pan and into the fire with a six year old in tow.
    Elena and all,
    I feel your pain. I know what a horrible thing it is to have a parent (my mother) who has told me that I am fat, ugly, stupid, lazy, and bad since my sister was born (she was part of her family, I am part of my father’s family she claims). I realize I am not any of those things she told me I am.
    Four months ago I had to leave the UK with my 6 yr old daughter bc my alcoholic phys and verbally abusive husband wanted a divorce (bc he had a gf for the past 10 months), I left wo any money, he had drained all our joint bank accts, so I had no where to go but back to my parents home. Now the abuse continues.
    I wondered why i had been in so many abusive relationships with men, and now I realize my mother does and says the same kind of things as well as blaming me for things that have nothing to do with me!
    What a revelation.
    My father takes much of her verbal abuse and then shrugs off what I say when I tell him things are not good when my daughter sees all this.
    I am desperately trying to find a job right now and trying to get out of this place.
    I’m even considering sending my daughter back to my alcoholic husband. I don’t know, I feel so trapped and sad at times, but I’m learning that I can’t just roll over and take all this. I can’t be a victim, for my daughter’s sake, I want her to see that her mother is a survivor.
    I pray to God for all of you out there and for my daughter and I.
    Hugs,
    tess

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