quietgirl2538 wrote:My mom is not diagnosed a Narcissist, but she has many traits of that Personality Disorder from it's definition. She was the "Golden Child" when she was raised by my grandma, as my aunt told me. She thinks she's beautiful and just so pretty, even though to me she is ugly and does not have nice features. She thinks her skin color is beyond beautiful, she believes that to this day. My mom is not a beautiful woman, she's not pretty and I've seen much prettier women, but you will never have her believe that. I think I am biased in this belief because she's such a bad mother to me, even to this day. My siblings don't really understand much about how bad she treated me, they refuse to. And I stand up for myself, willingly to lose all of them in my life, if I had to. I don't care anymore. I don't need nor want family who will only do to me, what she did to me. I refuse to move from that position. My siblings are all like her in having narcissistic personality traits. An acorn who does not fall far from the tree. That's what they all are. They deserve each other. And I say that with a sarcastic and spiteful meaning. I sometimes just hate them all. People are not able to understand why I feel like this, but that's not their fault, and so long as they don't try to tell me how to feel or what to do, they are fine by me. I stopped trying to convince others of a truth I know, which is that my mom is a bitch of a mother and person.
You would be correct to walk away and shut the door on people who believe they are better than you and you are lesser than them.
Nothing you ever say or do will convince the narcissistic golden children that they did or are doing anything wrong. As far as they are concerned YOU are the one with the problem. What I said to my "family" years ago was "if I'm such a horrible messed up LOSER then why would you want me in your life?!"
WHY? I'll tell you why, because narcissists are deep down very insecure unhappy people. Dominating their Scape Goat makes them feel superior and powerful. Dealing $#%^ to the Scape Goat will always be encouraged and rewarded among the circle of abusers.
The best revenge you can get with a narcissist is IGNORING THEM and living your own happy life.
The only thing they will ever contribute to your life is negativity, hostility and condescension, abusive behavior that makes you feel bed.
No apologies needed, no explination. For your own sanity SHUT THE DOOR on your abusers.
Good luck and happy life!
-- Thu Sep 07, 2017 1:15 pm --
WhatsMyDxAgain wrote:Thank you for your post. I can relate as I was the middle child and the scapegoat. My older brother (firstborn, and a son), and my younger sister (the blonde, blue-eyed baby) were the Golden Children, especially my sister. My dad abused us all equally, but my mom (who should have been the protector), doted on "the baby", and let me think I was the problem child. I learned many years later that she always resented me because, according to her, I was the only one who fought back against and stood up to my dad. Yay, me. Sigh.
Whole lives, and even the next generation, can be ruined by this type of abuse. And yes, it's quite easy to hide when it's just one "problem child". Ha! I got straight A's in school, kept my room clean, etc, but apparently I didn't just take my dad's crap so I was a "problem". I'm glad your friend is helping to bring attention to this type of abuse.
You are correct about generations being effected by this type of abuse. My father was the youngest of three boys - he was mother's favorite and could do no wrong. He was handsome, charming and charismatic. He also was sadistically abusive to his older brother, the skinny unattractive shy middle child. My father's oldest brother was daddy's favorite and got anything and everything he wanted. He was also abusive to the middle brother. Both older and younger brother had a constant need for attention and praise, the middle brother had to do all the dirty work and he was the one who bent over backwards trying to please and be accepted.
My father's father came from the same kind of abusive family. My grandfather was the baby, mommy's favorite and his oldest brother was daddy's favorite. The brother in the middle was so picked on and abused that my grandfather actually stabbed his brother to death when he was 17.
This archaic and brutal type of establishing a "pecking order" is uncivilized, like a pack of wild dogs. Humans should be better than that.