Small things, like "oh you're reading again", or, "oh you're up", in these mind-mess quotes to me, or "why are leaving so early" (taking one half hour to run errands????????), or "I don't like rice and don't know why you keep making it", and "stupid TV isn't working" (think pressed wrong button on remote). I could go on, but the BS is endless and I mean endless. I'm ready for a timeout!!
Years ago, when my family moved from Texas, we briefly lived with my mother in Virginia while we looked for our own home. I would feed my small children early and mom would make sure she parked herself at the table to supervise and comment on everything. "Oh, THAT looks good," she'd say in a way that implied the usual meal was not. One night I was serving the children ravioli but realized I didn't have any tomato sauce and rather than borrow any of her food, I improvised. I created a fresh spinach pesto sauce that was absolutely delicious and the kids started scarfing it down. Mom sat at the table and with great bravado, started gagging and pretending she was going to vomit. I tried to be the adult and suggested that her behavior would influence the children so they wouldn't eat. That only made her turn up the antics. When I asked her if maybe if it was so disturbing she might want to leave the room, she just snickered and said it was her house and she could do what she wanted. Of course, the kids stopped eating and Grandma smugly told them that SHE would fix them something they would like. This, from the woman who can burn water! LOL Naturally, I was seething at the time, but came to realize how pathetic, narcissistic and desperate she was for attention. Phew!
Unfortunately, when I was growing up everyone tiptoed around my mother, not daring to instigate her bad behavior. Now, I'll call her on it. "Did it make you feel good to belittle my sister today?" or "We all know you're not telling the truth." I think it actually shocks her into good behavior for a few hours.
All I could keep telling myself is that my mom was scared and I was the only person she could let her guard down with. One time I sat down with her and told her how nasty she was and that while I knew she was afraid, none the less it hurt me. She tried to be better for about a minute. Then later my brother pointed out to my mom that she was "killing" me with her abuses. For him, she tried even harder to be nicer, but could hardly hold out her good behavior toward me for long.
She and I were best friends when she was younger. She was a great grandma to my boys, but in the last few years, she was VERY difficult, only to me. If a tall handsome man came around (mostly doctors) she would rally and everyone LOVED her!! They all said how wonderful she was. My boys loved her. The doctors and nurses loved her. The neighbors said she was incredible. Yet the truth is she was pretty ugly and abusive to me behind closed doors.
I tried to focus on the good things, tried to not let it hurt and disturb me. It was a difficult time, but the best thing I now live with is the kindness I was able to show her. That's the thing that lasts the longest. Now that she's gone, I rest easy knowing I was blessed to be able to help her in the end.
Just want you to know you are not alone.
Your mom may be scared and confused and you are the one person she is most comfortable voicing her fears and confusion to. Hang in there. Try to be kind.
I hope you find kindness from others around you. Take time to be good to yourself. Think long term and be the kind of person you want to be, regardless of her behavior to you. She is probably afraid and feeling helpless... Think of how you would feed if you were her at that stage in your life.
Hope that others will be as kind to you as you have been kind to her. Always be good to yourself. Stay healthy and strong. You will find joy. It will be somewhere else.
My Mom does this but unfortunately it's difficult for her to do much, she's in a wheelchair and has a lot of pain. Her mood as actually improved now that she cuts up the meat for the blind guy at her assisted living home. She says she has to go to dinner "because H needs me".
When I was just out of college, I worked with a teaching program with Head Start kids (like pre-schooler age kids). One statement that they taught us that always stuck with me was "Ignore Deviant Behavior". Kids do things to get a reaction. If your mom is getting a reaction from you, that's probably why she's throwing out those little zingers. If you just act like you didn't hear them and go about your business, she'll have to find something else to use to engage with you. If it's something positive, then react.
If you're not reacting and she's still throwing out zingers, then you have to just work on ignoring them. All of our loved ones have things that annoy us. My mom asks me the same question every couple of minutes until I tell her that we've talked about it 4 times already or I get her on some other topic. It's beyond annoying. But she can't help it, as she has no short-term memory. So I have to adjust my reaction, since she's not going to change.
The other thing that REALLY helps is to have some fun/joy/friends in your life. When your life is limited to your mom and your house, little things will drive you up the wall. When you have outside activities to look forward to or things that you love to do that you can lose yourself doing, all of these little things are less important because your world is bigger and includes some good things too.
habit - did she always do this? Does she do it to or about everyone?
deflection - generalised dissatisfaction being concentrated onto the nearest target i.e. you
stream of consciousness that isn't, in fact, intended as criticism. My mother often says "AAH! THERE you are..!" when I come into the room, as though she's been on tenterhooks waiting for me for hours. It sets my teeth on edge. I have got a bit crisp about it sometimes, and pointed out that if she wants something specific she should press her call button, or else make an effort not to sound narky about being kept waiting. But actually I'm not sure she means anything at all by it.
The other one that gets on my nerves - I agree - is the assumption that I've been skipping off on a gay whirl of recreational shopping whenever I've left the house. I have literally come back holding her prescription bag and been asked "did you get everything you wanted?"
The thing is, though, I don't think they've changed their attitude. I think we might be getting allergic to it?!
I take it that you like rice and eat dinner with your mother. I run into this a lot. My mother doesn't understand that sometimes I cook something that I like. I don't know why this notion is hard for her to grasp, but it is. If I want to hear a long discussion on her dislikes, all I have to do is make myself an ear of corn. I love fresh corn, she doesn't. I should have bought creamed corn, since she likes it. (She probably likes it because they add sugar to it -- she's diabetic.) Things like this sound trivial, but it can certainly wear on a caregiver.