Posted in Parental Alienation PA

Happy Mothers Day Mum

Having told you that I wrote my last blog sitting in the hairdressers chair, I am feeling that I can share a little bit more with you about who I am and how I got to do this work. Today is Mothers Day in the UK. For too many years of my life I didn’t have a mother, not because I didn’t have a mother, if you know what I mean, but because my mother had been erased as a mother in my mind by my paternal family. This was not done within the context of a family separation, but was a cross generational coup, in which my paternal grandmother took me for a replacement for the daughter she had lost to miscarriage only a few years before I was born. I lived in Minuchin’s world of role corruption. It took me years to work out that the mother I had been poisoned against was not the wicked witch they all portrayed her to be. But I did it in the end, to the degree where today I will wish my mum a happy mothers day and know, with all the benefit of healing, that I am doing so from the right place in my family line. No longer alienated through the manipulations of others, I am free to experience the good, the bad and the ugly parts of my relationship with my mother. That which is like me and not like me, that which gets ugly at times as we clash in our likeness and that which is, at the end of the day, simply about being the daughter of a woman who married into an unhealthy family. For which those of us not part of that unhealthy drama, all paid the price.

Karen Woodall

Having told you that I wrote my last blog sitting in the hairdressers chair, I am feeling that I can share a little bit more with you about who I am and how I got to do this work. Today is Mothers Day in the UK. For too many years of my life I didn’t have a mother, not because I didn’t have a mother, if you know what I mean, but because my mother had been erased as a mother in my mind by my paternal family. This was not done within the context of a family separation, but was a cross generational coup, in which my paternal grandmother took me for a replacement for the daughter she had lost to miscarriage only a few years before I was born. I lived in Minuchin’s world of role corruption. It took me years to work out that the mother I…

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