tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post6119370989559549111..comments2024-01-02T23:04:02.489-08:00Comments on The Narcissist's Child: A Letter to my Narcissistic MotherSweet Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08321094659806702782noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-40937109846293955222018-09-20T03:47:31.949-07:002018-09-20T03:47:31.949-07:00I could have written this letter to my own mother....I could have written this letter to my own mother... A few details changed, but only slightly. Thank you so much for publishing this, and thereby helping me to feel a little less alone in this world. I love you. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369141053168124791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-37857427003717438042018-08-19T02:20:43.206-07:002018-08-19T02:20:43.206-07:00Dear Sweet Violet,
I believe every single word you...Dear Sweet Violet,<br />I believe every single word you wrote because surely a mother can do all of those nasty things. Your mother did that. My mother did that. Yes, these NMs set out to project their daughters as prostitutes to make others reject the truth that may lead to unveiling of NMs false malicious self. When you said you got the answer to “why would a mother lie about her own daughter” after 40 years, you summed up the answer with every single word that I had been looking for, for years. After reading your answer, I felt like crying and screaming and shouting out loud to the world to make everyone understand the pain of having a NM. But I guess you can only get it if you come across one. Otherwise it’s just a rant of a hyper thinking, ungrateful daughter. Silver moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04700922723953579680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-8911542383437209992018-06-19T12:24:17.705-07:002018-06-19T12:24:17.705-07:00I read every word, meticulously and with a pained ...I read every word, meticulously and with a pained heart. I'm in my early 30s, and haven't started my family yet - mostly because I know what would happen if I were to get pregnant.<br /><br />Your story resonates with me profoundly, and I often find myself coming back to a few of the same posts, like "Get Over It" and "Dear Estranged and Alienated Parents and Grandparents." I read them often, and sometimes have to repeat positive affirmations to myself, ad nauseum, hoping THIS TIME, it'll stick.<br /><br />My Mother was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder when I was 6, and my malignant narc-father ran the show. He separated her from friends, family, and isolated her/us in a small acreage house, and ruined every holiday with his incessant needs and shaming her whenever family came by. <br /><br />As the dutiful, parentified child, I hear you... I was a labourer, a confidante, and when I started to grow more independent and moved out... was hoovered into moving back in with her "to take care of her" after my Dad left. <br /><br />But I got sick, really sick. Suffered liver issues, thyroid issue, and adrenal fatigue. I got so sick I was in an out of the hospital. My therapist thinks it was munchausens by proxy... but I think she just absorbed narc-father's traits, and became a mirror image of him... and started treating me like the villain. I was in my early 20s, and having been isolated, suffered developmental delays that are only now being addressed in my 30s (like proper hormone regulation).<br /><br />I hear you, I see you, and thank you for being brave enough to share your story. You have helped me seek out a trauma-therapist, who diagnosed me with CPTSD, and I am finally on the mend... nearly 7 years after I got my first stomach ache from the stress... <br /><br />Thank you for growing past the heartache, and for using the written word to share yourself with your readers. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069590268013947noreply@blogger.com