Love that you posted it. I realized in this past year that I learned to catastrophize from my mother. I have moved back to my hometown so I see her every day and realize how she is always waiting for the very worse scenario to happen. She is not a negative person either. She is just frightened all the time. She always had to protect me from dad (long story) and then get in between us so he wouldn't kill me when I hit my teens and started rebelling. My brother and sister-in-law have also moved back to town and despite being happy about both of her kids moving home she now knows more about our lives, our children and grandchildrens' lives and worries, festers, and assumes the worse is going to happen almost no matter what comes. I learned this from her. It is a pattern I now realize started from the time I could talk and understand most of what was said to and about me between my parents (about 4 years old.) Children learn what they see and hear more than what they are taught. I do not blame my mother for this. Her fears were sometimes grounded. However, just like jaydyn I always assume something catastrophic will happen when I face something new. I can't begin to count how many doctors and dentists appointments I have been no call no show to jaydyn! I even was "fired" by one psych NP because I missed so many appointments I have Panic Disorder and I am absolutely sure it is from being raised by my well meaning mother and a father who didn't know how to love, only, tease, make fun of and pull practical jokes on me. One time we were in the middle of nowhere coming home in the car late at night (Mom, Dad, my brother, and me.) Dad started jerking the accelerator and saying we were out of gas. I immediately started crying which was his intention. My mom laughed too because she basically didn't want to stand up to him. Things like that went on all the time. I won't bore you. I know as sure as I sit here that is where my Panic Disorder started. In fact, my dad would laugh and then yell at me saying look, she is panicking. That was one of the first big words I learned.
Sorry to make it all about me jaydyn. It just all pored out of me because you helped something click in me. I needed to get it out so it doesn't own or define me anymore. Thank you and God bless.
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