I need advice on my mother.
God love her, but I have no idea what to say to her anymore.
I have tried a million times to try and get her to understand where I'm coming from. We've had calm conversations, we've had screaming matches. I do not know what to do anymore.
She knows what's wrong with me. She's seen me have panic attacks. She's seen me avoid my sister and grandmother when they were dying because of this, yet she insists she needs to inform me of everyone in the house that has v* in the last 24 hours in my home, or say the word p* in front of me, or every other worst thing. I told her that in my opinion, ignorance is bliss. Even if you t*u* next to me, don't turn around and tell me what you just did. If you think I didn't hear you or you think I did hear you, regardless, DON'T COME IN MY ROOM AND INFORM ME OF EVERY MINUTE DETAIL. My room is next to the bathroom, so if I can convince myself that nothing happened, then good for me but don't confirm my worst nightmare is taking place in the room directly next door to mine.
Either she doesn't care, or she does but she does doesn't care about helping me deal with this.
How do I convince her that when she thinks she's helping, she's hurting? I'd rather be left alone. I don't need details. Details are my worst enemy.