Thanks HIA, that was certainly worth the wait.
That's my mum in a nut shell. Thank you for pointing out the fear factor. It helps me understand her a bit more, which means I can be compassionate through this, even while I stand my ground. And I have to stand my ground. If I keep letting this happen she won't hit rock bottom hard enough to get help (mine was discovering that burying my shit started causing me seizures. How's that for a catalyst and coping mechanism. The brain is so fascinating!). I don't want to be her catalyst but if I'm prepared to get my brother locked away (which is the point that has gotten to, I just have to give the police the new info I received last night), I should be prepared to tell mum I need some space.
I've been considering writing her a letter, since she doesn't want to speak to me. I'm considering telling her I need the space, that I understand and love her and that I will be there for her in times of need and maybe something about her gaining some independence. I don't like the tension of not speaking to her. I can't get sucked in to being her booster seat again.
'People are never perfect but love can be. People waste time looking for the perfect lover rather than creating the perfect love' - Princess Leigh-Cheri from Still Life With Woodpecker.