tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post1794619435960952273..comments2024-01-02T23:04:02.489-08:00Comments on The Narcissist's Child: The CameraSweet Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08321094659806702782noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-14895649843704322832019-04-26T09:14:33.610-07:002019-04-26T09:14:33.610-07:00This is all sounding sooo very familiar. Only majo...This is all sounding sooo very familiar. Only major differences was that I had to obsessively plan for the times when my mom would be drunk or otherwise messed up but she only ever hit me a few times. Her weapon of choice was words, but it seems like your mother used both. My heart goes out to you, and to little girl you. Sending all the love and so grateful to be sitting here today with a happy family finally.>3Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10274253605869025292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-56882407701747358302017-02-26T10:54:53.332-08:002017-02-26T10:54:53.332-08:00As a father of a 4 year old daughter I'd like ...As a father of a 4 year old daughter I'd like to say how sorry I am you had to endure such awful treatment. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-22245106177845876322016-06-07T08:18:13.142-07:002016-06-07T08:18:13.142-07:00My heart breaks for youMy heart breaks for youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-28315048716508141132015-02-18T20:03:02.101-08:002015-02-18T20:03:02.101-08:00When I was in the third grade my parents had adopt...When I was in the third grade my parents had adopted my youngest brother, he was about 1 1/2 years old at the time of his adoption. I have very few memories of my childhood however after my Aunt died, her son told me of a time when his parents came to visit. He said his mother always got tears in her eyes when she thought about that visit, she said the minute I walked in the door from school it was my responsibility to meet all my brothers needs, bathing, dinner and keeping him occupied for the rest of the evening. Later, when I was a single parent my brother lived with me during his senior year of High School, my mom said it was because I lived closer to the school.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-40869661425856284992015-01-02T07:50:06.834-08:002015-01-02T07:50:06.834-08:00Your story is familiar; I realized that I was a wh...Your story is familiar; I realized that I was a whipping boy at an early age -- punished for my younger brothers infractions or whenever my NM felt frustrated with her life. Other's comments above serve to let me know that I was not really responsible for NM's frustrations; she followed her own path in life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-91797997433191316842014-09-10T21:56:04.697-07:002014-09-10T21:56:04.697-07:00PS: Thank you for that validation. As you said, SH...PS: Thank you for that validation. As you said, SHE gave birth to my younger siblings, SHE should have been responsible for them. Amazingly, you are the only person to ever point this truth out to me. I don't think I ever saw this truth, either, until you said it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-25559437060646763132014-09-10T21:45:50.206-07:002014-09-10T21:45:50.206-07:00I did not know if my old comments would still be h...I did not know if my old comments would still be here, since they were connected to my old blog and my Charity pen name that I ended over a year ago. Almost two years have gone by since I read through these memories of your childhood. Reading them now, I am as deeply moved as when I read them the first time. I relate to so much of what you experienced. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-60598704830224642312014-07-31T20:56:25.656-07:002014-07-31T20:56:25.656-07:00My little brother bit me bad enough to leave a mar...My little brother bit me bad enough to leave a mark. She spanked him but blamed me for having to give him the only spanking he ever got. She still reminds me a demanding I was almost 50 years laterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-56048191308652735462013-08-26T07:36:18.892-07:002013-08-26T07:36:18.892-07:00I want to also comment on reading books. When I l...I want to also comment on reading books. When I look back on it, it was my survival, my "way out" of my daily existance. My NM HATED the fact that I read, she was always saying to me "Put that book down and talk to ME" - I mean really, what parent discourages their child from READING!!! That's absurd and completely messed up. All schools talk about is getting your child to read more - my idiot NM was telling me to STOP reading so much! Of course this was only so I could pay MORE attention to her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-70379672164435418712012-10-04T00:04:20.793-07:002012-10-04T00:04:20.793-07:00Sounds like you and I had a lot in common in our c...Sounds like you and I had a lot in common in our childhoods...<br /><br />I can only be grateful that NM had her tubes tied when my brother was born because otherwise I would probably have had a boatload of younger siblings to watch over...I couldn't keep up with ONE, never mind four of them. You have my sympathies...it could not have been easy for you and your NM was wrong to saddle you with HER responsibilities--SHE chose to birth them, SHE should have been responsible for them.<br /><br />Hugs<br /><br />VSweet Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08321094659806702782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-50555187576517800972012-10-03T22:19:17.877-07:002012-10-03T22:19:17.877-07:00I am the eldest and I also got spanked for everyth...I am the eldest and I also got spanked for everything my younger siblings did because I was supposed to be watching them.<br /><br />Like you, I read books every spare moment that I could. I also lulled myself to sleep at night, every night, by "telling myself a story," a fantasy daydream, because I could not keep the light on and read myself to sleep. My nightly fantasy bedtime story became like a soap opera, in the sense that it was the same ongoing story with the same cast of characters, continuing from the point where I had fallen asleep the night before.<br /><br />I related to where you made yourself sound like your mother to try to get your brother to obey you, so you wouldn't be punished for his wrong-doing. I did that, too, imitated our mother to try to make my 2 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers mind me. I hate that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com