Thursday 22 August 2013

I was stupid enough to share a few career concerns with Mum. I know I shouldn't have. I know she's a narcissist who'll find a way to turn things around and make me feel an incompetent jerk. But still, somehow, I shamelessly confided in her.

Out comes her laptops. She starts looking for jobs for me - I didn't even ask her to find a job for me. Then after half an hour she shuts down her comp with a huff, calling me a disinterested leech. Said if she were in my place she'd have found a job ages ago. That her heart bleeds for me because I'm simply wasting away my life - that I'm a total failure. She says this 24x7, even on the days when I'm really happy about something. She wouldn't let me happy because she feeds off other people's misery.

Why do I trust her after everything she's made us go through? Why do I still confide in her? She's clearly incapable of helping anybody...just feel so mad at myself.

Wednesday 26 June 2013

Last night I went out for dinner with a friend. I come back home and my mum asked me how it went.

"Who paid for it?" she demanded to know.

"I offered to pay but he insisted so I let him."

"You prostitute yourself for free dinners and then don't go out with these men that's why all of them hate you so much," she replied.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"He's a good friend and it's not that big a deal who pays. I can pay next time," I said.

My sister was sitting with me. She told me not to bother explaining things to Mum as she's out there to hurt us anyway.

"If nothing I say sounds good to you girls then I won't bother opening my mouth at all. Don't either of you dare to speak to me again," Mum said and walked off in a huff.

So SHE was the injured party? Just because we didn't let her abuse us in silence? Is this how a mother is supposed to be? 

Tuesday 4 June 2013

Victims of Narcissistic Parents

Wow…first post.

Hi, everyone!

I’m sure this post will strike a chord with many out there – who, like me, have suffered at the hands of narcissistic parents. And I’m sure none of what I’m going to write next will make any sense to anybody who hasn’t. It’s like the world is divided into two neat sections LOL!

My Story

As I was growing up, I was always under the impression that my mother was a martyr who’d given up everything for my sake.

I was the sole source of pride and joy in her life, she said (even though she had a husband, parents, sibling, in-laws and friends). She said she had given up the best clothes, the best food, the only bar of chocolate that came to our house, her career, her PhD – everything for my sake. Funny but it never occurred to me to ask her, “Mum, if you regret giving it all up so much why do it?” I sort of accepted the fact that she was making a heroic sacrifice for me – and she never failed to remind me of it. Everyday.

My father wasn’t there for me. He used to travel for his job most of the time. When he was at home, he’d be busy doing his own things. Or else he'd fight with Mum - about lack of finances, his job pressures, not buying her gifts for birthdays and anniversaries, not going out when she wanted to, taking me to the doctor or buying medicines when I was sick. Of course, I learnt later that Mum was having an affair with my doctor at that time. Did that absolve my father of his apathy toward me? I really don’t know.

I wasn’t allowed to bring friends over to the house, and I wasn’t allowed to stay at my friends’ places at night (even with parental supervision). I wasn’t allowed to stay back after school for drama club or karate or music lessons, no matter how much I wanted to. I needed to come home at once, wolf down a ‘nutritious’ dinner comprising of cheap burger she’d ordered from the local joint (because she was ‘too tired’ to cook) do my homework, run errands for her or just talk to her for as long as she pleased and then go to bed at her appointed hour.

I wasn’t allowed to watch the telly. I loved to watch the cartoons on Sunday. Mum decided to send me for piano lessons at that time. I wanted to watch The Wind in the Willows, she arranged for me to learn French precisely at that time. Now that I’ve moved back with her, she’s made it clear that it’s HER telly and she’s going to watch it at her convenience. And she always finds something to watch whenever I think of catching a show. It might sound silly and petty…unless you’ve lived with narcissistic parents. You see, I never ‘lived’ in a home. I only ‘existed’ in somebody’s house like a ghost - except when I was expected to perform.

I was put under considerable pressure to excel at school. Yet, surprisingly, the subjects I was good at always went ignored. It was the subjects that I was bad at that got highlighted. It was in order to ‘motivate me’, of course, and Mum said it keeping my ‘best interest’ in mind. She would call her sisters and friends and inform everybody how worthless I was – of course, I would be present in the room and could hear every word of it. She was ‘teaching me a lesson’.  

My sister and I would virtually have to jump through the hoops in order to get a rare loving word from our Mum (Dad ignored us altogether). We weren’t allowed to voice our wants or opinions. Everything our parents did for us was a great strain on them, be it something so simple as helping us with school projects.

They wouldn’t feel guilty when splurging on themselves – clothes, jewellery, shoes, purses, perfumes – yet when it came to us, they were always ‘teetering on the verge of bankruptcy’. Even on those rare occasions when they did buy us something expensive, they wouldn’t tire of reminding us what a huge favour they’d done to us.

I had to give up important internships in order to spend time with my Mum. I had to miss classes in order to go on tours with her. And yet, she never seems to remember all that. It doesn’t matter what I’d done for her – that was only my duty. What’s important is what she’s done for me – in that, she’s exceptional.

The buck doesn't stop there. Whatever I’ve done in life, I’ve had to do in the face of the staunchest criticism from my parents. In fact, my Mum’s favourite quote is: “As long as you allowed me to take control of your life and did everything I said your life was much better. Ever since you’ve started taking independent decisions, your life’s become a big mess. Even now, if you wish to succeed , start doing exactly as I say.”

When I introduced my boyfriend to my parents (that he too was a narcissist is a subject matter for another post) they promptly advised me to drop him. They didn’t know a thing about him and yet they’d try to manipulate me night and day into giving up the relationship. Well…we broke up last year and since then I’ve been severely discouraged to go out on dates. “You don’t know what’s good for you,” is their standard response.

I’m currently unoccupied. I had to move back with my parents after almost five years. From Day One they’ve informed me what a great burden it is for them to shoulder my expenses.

The scary part is, somewhere I too believe that I’m damaged goods. I look for jobs and yet whenever I see an opening I’m filled with doubts and misgiving. “I’m not good enough”, “I don’t have any real talent”, “They’ll surely reject me”…and before I know I lose the motivation to even apply for the job.

I feel unworthy of being alive. I feel like I need to earn a lot or do something exceptional in order to count.

I’m sorry if this post has become too incoherent. It’s quite difficult to condense years of neglect into a few lines. And when I try to do it, only the inconsequential bits get highlighted.

I can say how Mum and Dad would keep playing the blame game and avoid taking any responsibility for their behaviour towards us. I can go on and on about how they claim they’ve done everything…EVERYTHING  keeping only our welfare in mind. How they’ve dedicated their lives for our betterment and we, the ungrateful brutes, two miserable failures unfit to live in this world, have only turned around and pointed our fingers at them. That all we know is to blame our shortcomings, our failures on them – because they are the only scapegoats available.

But I can’t explain why this feels so WRONG, why it cuts to the core and manages to crush whatever little self esteem we’ve managed to garner over the years through our own efforts. I can’t explain why it suffocates me to be back into the same hell-hole where I grew up with them. Why I can’t sleep at nights or why I feel numb inside.

I can’t explain unless you too are a victim of narcissistic parents.


If all this sounds even a little familiar to you, please feel free to share your own stories – it is always heartening to hear from a fellow survivor. My sister and I know the feeling of isolation that goes with a painful childhood. If you have a word of advice or even an anecdote to share, I’m sure it’ll benefit lots of people like us who are going through the pain and trauma of having narcissists for parents.