Phobia Support Group
A phobia (from the Greek "fear"), is a strong, persistent fear of situations, objects, activities, or persons. The main symptom of this disorder is the excessive, unreasonable desire to avoid the feared subject. When the fear is beyond one's control, or if the fear is interfering with daily life, then a diagnosis under one of the anxiety disorders can be made.
For lack of a better term, I will use 'normal-phobia' to describe people who have an obsessive hate and/or fear normal people.
My mother was a normal-phobic. She hated and feared normal people, and she devoted her life to destroying the lives of normal people.
I was one of her targets throughout my childhood and even after I escaped from her. She was a vicious person. When I joined the military in my twenties, I did so because it was my only option in life; I couldn't find a job, was facing homelessness and starvation, and I didn't know what else to do. Unfortunately, what they do in the U.S. Army is that as soon as someone joins, they put out a press release to the newspaper in the town the person comes from, so my mother found out. She contacted my commanding officers to try to do everything she could to have me forced out of the Army. She wrote letters and made phone calls telling them all kinds of lies about me. She told them that I was mentally retarded, that I had a heart condition, and that I was a spy. She kept at it for two years, and eventually succeeded in having me forced out of the Army, leaving me with no options other than returning to living on the streets homeless.
Today I am forty-seven years old, and I have accomplished nothing in life. I still am afraid to try anything, because I know in my mind that anything I try will only end in miserable failure. That is the price I have paid for having a normal-phobic parent.
I was not the only target of my mother. She used the same vicious tactics against neighbors and anyone else she had contact with in life. I didn't have friends as a child because of what she did to people. Even now I don't have friends. Thank God my mother died in January of this year, because now she can't hurt anyone else.
Do you know anyone who is normal-phobic? Have you ever been the target of someone with normal-phobia?
My mother was a normal-phobic. She hated and feared normal people, and she devoted her life to destroying the lives of normal people.
I was one of her targets throughout my childhood and even after I escaped from her. She was a vicious person. When I joined the military in my twenties, I did so because it was my only option in life; I couldn't find a job, was facing homelessness and starvation, and I didn't know what else to do. Unfortunately, what they do in the U.S. Army is that as soon as someone joins, they put out a press release to the newspaper in the town the person comes from, so my mother found out. She contacted my commanding officers to try to do everything she could to have me forced out of the Army. She wrote letters and made phone calls telling them all kinds of lies about me. She told them that I was mentally retarded, that I had a heart condition, and that I was a spy. She kept at it for two years, and eventually succeeded in having me forced out of the Army, leaving me with no options other than returning to living on the streets homeless.
Today I am forty-seven years old, and I have accomplished nothing in life. I still am afraid to try anything, because I know in my mind that anything I try will only end in miserable failure. That is the price I have paid for having a normal-phobic parent.
I was not the only target of my mother. She used the same vicious tactics against neighbors and anyone else she had contact with in life. I didn't have friends as a child because of what she did to people. Even now I don't have friends. Thank God my mother died in January of this year, because now she can't hurt anyone else.
Do you know anyone who is normal-phobic? Have you ever been the target of someone with normal-phobia?
I think you have accomplished something in your life. For one, you survived having a mother like that. Second, you are typing on a computer so I'm thinking you may not be on the streets any more. And if you are, you have found some place to be where they have a computer for you to use. Even small accomplishments are worth celebrating. The fact that you survived and continue to survive says a lot about you and your accomplishments. Please give yourself credit. Don't let her control you even from the grave.
Take care of yourself and be compassionate with yourself. You deserve it.