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The Day My Child Labeled Me “Toxic” — And What I Learned About It
When my adult child first called me “toxic,” I felt something inside me shatter. I sat there thinking, I wasn’t perfect… but toxic? That word is heavy. It’s final. It makes you question every memory, every sacrifice, every moment you tried your best even while carrying your own unhealed wounds.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
When our children use that word, it often has far less to do with who we actually were — and far more to do with how they’re interpreting discomfort, boundaries, or their own emotions.
I started noticing a pattern. Everywhere online, there’s a simple formula:
If someone challenges you → they’re toxic.
If someone sets a boundary → they’re toxic.
If someone says “no” → toxic.
If someone doesn’t agree → toxic.
It has become the default explanation for any uncomfortable feeling.
And our kids are absorbing these messages. They’re being told that if someone makes you feel anything other than validated 100% of the time, cut them out. Avoid them. Protect your peace. Walk away.
It can make them feel empowered—as if cutting off a parent is a bold act of self-preservation. And yes, in some situations trauma is real and distance is necessary. I honor that. But not every uncomfortable moment is trauma. Not every imperfect parent is toxic.
Sometimes the word “toxic” is simply the only vocabulary they have for something they haven’t figured out how to articulate.
I had to get honest with myself. I’m imperfect. I made mistakes. I had moments that I would take back in a heartbeat if I could.
But being imperfect is not the same as being toxic.
Toxic is:
– patterns of cruelty
– intentional harm
– manipulation
– control
– abuse
Imperfect is:
– human
– learning
– surviving
– trying your best in a world that didn’t always give you tools
Most moms I meet — myself included — loved deeply, tried fiercely, and sometimes fell short while overwhelmed, stressed, or operating in survival mode. None of us should be defined by our worst moments.
A mistake is something you grow from.
A label is something that traps you.
When I finally stepped back from the pain of the word itself, I started hearing the emotions underneath.
Sometimes “toxic” really means:
– “I felt controlled.”
– “I need to make my own decisions.”
– “I’m overwhelmed by my emotions.”
– “I’m trying to create a life that feels different from my past.”
Often, it’s less about our character and more about their desire for autonomy. Their need to claim their own identity. Their attempt to rewrite the story of who they are without feeling overshadowed by where they came from.
That doesn’t mean it isn’t heartbreaking.
But it does mean it isn’t always personal.
My first instinct was to defend myself. To explain how much I loved them. To clarify the things I meant well. To prove I wasn’t who they suddenly believed I was.
But I learned the hard way:
When they’re not ready to hear, every explanation sounds like deflection.
So I made myself pause.
To breathe.
To choose curiosity instead of panic.
I learned that I could validate their emotions without accepting an unfair label.
If there was something I truly needed to own, I owned it.
And then I focused on my own growth — quietly, steadily, consistently.
Not begging.
Not proving.
Not chasing.
Not losing myself.
Just showing up in my life as a healthier, calmer, more grounded version of me — because I deserve that.
The beautiful part?
When I grow, everyone around me benefits.
Estrangement is one of the most painful experiences a mother can walk through. It shakes your identity, your memories, your sense of purpose. But it doesn’t define your worth or reflect the totality of who you were as a parent.
You can keep the door open
You can stay grounded
You can heal
You can grow
You can take responsibility where it’s truly yours
Without accepting a false label that was never meant for you
And you can do all of it without losing yourself in the process.
You’re not alone in this.
And being imperfect never made you unlovable.
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