My mother is I think borderline/narcissist and is pretty damned crazy. My father is definitely narcissistic but a bit milder, he has feelings, some boundaries, but certainly wouldn't attempt to help or get involved in any "embarassing" or "personal" issues, whether related to friends, colleagues, or his own kids.
I'm 40 and male. I left home at 18. My parents have been divorced going on 20 years and don't talk to each other. My sister (the golden child) is utterly enmeshed with my crazy mother and has little life of her own AFAIK. I'm pretty schizoid and a loner....when I occasionally did have the chances for love in this life I generally blew it, through distrust and fear of being controlled emotionally by a woman, and at the same time needy. When these problems didn't screw me, then it was the issue that you just can't tell a normal young woman, that your mum is a total cow, and best avoided. Being honest with prospective mates about your family situation gets you dumped in a hurry, and being dishonest about these feelings leads back down the road to where you started...
Why does it take so much time, so much distance to begin to see the whole picture in the rear view mirror? My mother was/is a real nutjob. Gradually, starting in childhood, the dissonance built up, how my mother blamed me for all my bad behaviour (the scapegoat), but oddly, was actually angry (displaced onto some other reason) when I succeeded, or other adults complimented me. I remember how on my first day at work age 16 ( a night shift at a local factory) she wouldn't let me sit in front of TV after work to "get my head together" before sleeping....she was angry, that I'd achieved something, my step into adulthood threatened her, she had to "reassert control" by "sending me to bed".
I do remember other adults occasionally having a "quiet word" with her about the way she talked, acted, and parented, but it was always followed by an outburst of such vitriol that they backed off. When I was 13 I vandalised a building at school, and the school forced my parents to send me to the shrink. He asked my mother if she loved me, to which she replied "I don't see why I should love him, unless he does....". I was quite happy to have an independent adult talk about my problems, and what was wrong with me, but we never went again after the 1st session. I remember how "solicitous" my mother was as we left the shrink's office....she wanted me to look after her wounded emotions - right after she'd admitted that I wasn't worth loving. Both of my parents blamed me that my bad behaviour had caused the opposite sex parent to age, spoiling their sex lives... oh, and on the topic of sex, my mother (who I liked to have a intellectual chat with) always used the opportunity to steer the conversation around to sex, and her sex life. Hmmm, healthy stuff. Left me with a disgusting feeling in my guts every time.
Since then my mother has behaved disgracefully in every sphere of her life, far below the rigid "standards" she liked to set for me. She married a gigolo and got him immigrated into the country, knowingly lying to the authorities as he was a known felon. Of course, once he duped and dumped her, she climbed over herself to inform the state that she had lied (even risking prosecution). This was described as righteous behaviour of course, but it was simple jealous, furious revenge-seeking. She picks up emotive issues from TV (especially environmental / green issues like recycling, not wasting plastic bags etc), and rants furiously against transgressors, yet regularly takes 2 trans-global holidays a year, burning up the same resources as a lifetime's worth of recycling. She belittles more or less anything I do at work, won't allow me to help her (help = giving me control!!), then blames me for not being there. And now, even badmouthed my sister a couple of times, for not being there enough....that's the last straw for me, as my sister has spent her whole life kow-towing.
I first found out that there was such a thing as "narcissism" on the interwebs a few years back, and realised that if I wasn't narcissist, I was certainly strongly "traited". I had a breakdown and couldn't look after myself, needed help (I was suicidal, deliberately starving myself until I became psychotic). The same thing happened when I was early 20s and needed my parents help, jobless and broke and severely depressed (in the interim I have 2 degrees and a good science career). Luckily I have had a few friends, both times, and they have helped me immensely. I survived and held onto my job. Now I've more or less cut contact with the parents. What's the point?
As for my sister, I'd like to get to know her again (and when we were kids, I added to her problems by being a jealous bully, partly due to the parental triangulation game, I think), but I can't see it happening while my mother lives. My father I can get along with and drink a beer with, but the knowledge that he's incapable of showing any love or support, together with his smug big-headedness, means I can't really love him either.
Anyway, that's said now. Bleeeugh. Have a nice day all
