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The Perpetual Baby: Years of Infantilization

My psychopathic mother made my life a living hell until I moved away from her. There is some context needed to really understand my mother. I was not only the only boy in the family but also the youngest, which made me a perpetual baby in her eyes. My mother often tried to infantilize me growing up.

I was at a bar celebrating my 21st birthday with some friends when my mother showed up wearing a wedding dress. Her hair and makeup were done in bridal style. When it was finally time for the cake, she took it upon herself to blow the candles out for me and started clapping for herself.

When I got out of my seat to dance with one of my friends, my mother literally shoved her away midway through the dance and started dancing with me. I pried her off. That’s when she started screaming so loud the band stopped playing.

She took my ear and tried to scold me, saying I was embarrassing her on her big day. She looked around, and at that moment, I think it clicked just how big of a scene she was making. The entire bar was silently staring at her. The bar owner physically pushed her out while she yelled.

But that was far from the end. She tried to spoon-feed me when I was 17. She complained I wasn’t being supportive of her when I refused to let her do things like that. Then she gaslit me when I didn’t cave to her whining.

Her behavior has been manipulative and narcissistic for as long as I can remember. She tended to make everything about her. Some referred to her as having a “queen mother complex”. She always expected to be honored and revered on any holiday because even my birthdays had to be all about her. This was true even when she did none of the work or planning.

She had some other habits that were unbelievably creepy. When she was 45, she started openly talking to other people near me about wanting to get a facelift and “Honker implants” to look 20 years younger. She’d give me the side eye while doing it. My father adamantly said he’d never pay for such unneeded things.

That sparked many fights where she called him unsupportive. Then she would spend weeks playing the victim. My mother, even years after I became an adult, openly talked to me like a small child in front of other people and expected me to play along with it. When I didn’t, she’d first give me an expression like she was pleading with me.

But I just stayed stone-faced. That made her grab me by the arm and try to drag me outside like a little kid to loudly whisper in my ear. I always refused to let her, and even threw her off a few times when she refused to let go. The last time she attempted that, she dug her nails into my shoulder, so I swatted her hand away. That made her switch to mostly emotional manipulation.

She once put me on the spot trying to infantilize me in front of an entire church. She went up with me for the holy bread and tried to feed it to me. Then, when I let her, she told me to chew slowly. I was 22 and I just walked out. That was the last straw, and I moved out to rent a small room at a friend’s parents’ house for $200 a month.

When I was packing to leave, she was begging me to stay almost the entire time.

I told her I was her son, not her husband, and I was sick of the way she was acting around me.

I had my own life to live, after all.

She just ran away sobbing, and we didn’t talk for months. I learned from my cousin that she was going around saying I’d come running back to her any day. When I didn’t, she lost it.