Anonymous wrote:My mom took a college psychology class and her final paper was a study of me, age 6. She wrote about how I was weak and a crybaby, smart but not popular. Too clingy and emotional and needy. Then when I was 13 she gave me a copy of it and said she had been right about me because I am still like she wrote in her paper. “See? Don’t you agree? Isn’t it funny? Ha ha ha.”
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
My mother’s first words when I told her my boyfriend had proposed were, “Well, I like him okay, but I don’t think he likes me very much.”
For those trying to understand, it is about having to, from a young age, take care of the wants and needs of your parent and not being allowed to have any wants and needs of your own. My mother would scream at us when she didn’t get her way, and holidays usually ended in a narcissistic rage about how one of us had “ruined” her day. It’s very hard for those who had decent childhoods to get how soul-crushing it is.
This resonates. I was a bit homely as a teen and my mom wouldn’t give me the money or help to look more pulled together. I didn’t have a ton of friends and boys were not interested in me. In a moment of stupid vulnerability I expressed to my mom that I wished I had a homecoming date. My mom volunteered that maybe I was a lesbian and that’s why boys didn’t like me, and if I wore lipstick I wouldn’t look as plain and then I wouldn’t be a lesbian. But also she wouldn’t buy it for me or let me wear makeup.
When I was engaged and called my mom to tell her and share our plans for a small but lovely wedding (to a man, bc still not a lesbian), my mom went silent for a full 30 seconds. Then she said “oh.” And went silent again. Finally she said, “well, this isn’t the wedding I wanted. I feel disappointed.” That was literally her first response to the news!
She’s been married twice herself and already had two weddings.
Some of these stories seem a bit fanciful. If you knew your mom was a narcissist why would you call up with your happy news? I don't know. But some people do also like to spin yarns.
Honestly, I’m really glad you don’t believe these stories because it means you didn’t experience it. But they aren’t made up, I assure you.
To the pp who asked why would you call your narcissist mom with happy news, it’s a weird dynamic. You still want to please your parents. I strove my whole life to make my mom proud of me. I was in my 30s before it clicked that the bigger my accomplishment or greater my happiness, the meaner her response would be. I can never make her proud. She isn’t happy that I’m happy. She’s in constant competition with me.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
My mother’s first words when I told her my boyfriend had proposed were, “Well, I like him okay, but I don’t think he likes me very much.”
For those trying to understand, it is about having to, from a young age, take care of the wants and needs of your parent and not being allowed to have any wants and needs of your own. My mother would scream at us when she didn’t get her way, and holidays usually ended in a narcissistic rage about how one of us had “ruined” her day. It’s very hard for those who had decent childhoods to get how soul-crushing it is.
This resonates. I was a bit homely as a teen and my mom wouldn’t give me the money or help to look more pulled together. I didn’t have a ton of friends and boys were not interested in me. In a moment of stupid vulnerability I expressed to my mom that I wished I had a homecoming date. My mom volunteered that maybe I was a lesbian and that’s why boys didn’t like me, and if I wore lipstick I wouldn’t look as plain and then I wouldn’t be a lesbian. But also she wouldn’t buy it for me or let me wear makeup.
When I was engaged and called my mom to tell her and share our plans for a small but lovely wedding (to a man, bc still not a lesbian), my mom went silent for a full 30 seconds. Then she said “oh.” And went silent again. Finally she said, “well, this isn’t the wedding I wanted. I feel disappointed.” That was literally her first response to the news!
She’s been married twice herself and already had two weddings.
Some of these stories seem a bit fanciful. If you knew your mom was a narcissist why would you call up with your happy news? I don't know. But some people do also like to spin yarns.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
My mother’s first words when I told her my boyfriend had proposed were, “Well, I like him okay, but I don’t think he likes me very much.”
For those trying to understand, it is about having to, from a young age, take care of the wants and needs of your parent and not being allowed to have any wants and needs of your own. My mother would scream at us when she didn’t get her way, and holidays usually ended in a narcissistic rage about how one of us had “ruined” her day. It’s very hard for those who had decent childhoods to get how soul-crushing it is.
This resonates. I was a bit homely as a teen and my mom wouldn’t give me the money or help to look more pulled together. I didn’t have a ton of friends and boys were not interested in me. In a moment of stupid vulnerability I expressed to my mom that I wished I had a homecoming date. My mom volunteered that maybe I was a lesbian and that’s why boys didn’t like me, and if I wore lipstick I wouldn’t look as plain and then I wouldn’t be a lesbian. But also she wouldn’t buy it for me or let me wear makeup.
When I was engaged and called my mom to tell her and share our plans for a small but lovely wedding (to a man, bc still not a lesbian), my mom went silent for a full 30 seconds. Then she said “oh.” And went silent again. Finally she said, “well, this isn’t the wedding I wanted. I feel disappointed.” That was literally her first response to the news!
She’s been married twice herself and already had two weddings.
Some of these stories seem a bit fanciful. If you knew your mom was a narcissist why would you call up with your happy news? I don't know. But some people do also like to spin yarns.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
My mother’s first words when I told her my boyfriend had proposed were, “Well, I like him okay, but I don’t think he likes me very much.”
For those trying to understand, it is about having to, from a young age, take care of the wants and needs of your parent and not being allowed to have any wants and needs of your own. My mother would scream at us when she didn’t get her way, and holidays usually ended in a narcissistic rage about how one of us had “ruined” her day. It’s very hard for those who had decent childhoods to get how soul-crushing it is.
This resonates. I was a bit homely as a teen and my mom wouldn’t give me the money or help to look more pulled together. I didn’t have a ton of friends and boys were not interested in me. In a moment of stupid vulnerability I expressed to my mom that I wished I had a homecoming date. My mom volunteered that maybe I was a lesbian and that’s why boys didn’t like me, and if I wore lipstick I wouldn’t look as plain and then I wouldn’t be a lesbian. But also she wouldn’t buy it for me or let me wear makeup.
When I was engaged and called my mom to tell her and share our plans for a small but lovely wedding (to a man, bc still not a lesbian), my mom went silent for a full 30 seconds. Then she said “oh.” And went silent again. Finally she said, “well, this isn’t the wedding I wanted. I feel disappointed.” That was literally her first response to the news!
She’s been married twice herself and already had two weddings.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What are some of the things narcissistic mothers say and do?
She writes on the second page of the pad of paper by the telephone a long “fictional” story about someone with a first initial that’s the same as yours and it describes in detail explicit criticisms of your awkwardly styled hair and embarrassing outfit that you wore to your first middle school dance. Except that she never taught you to do your hair and buys all of your clothing.
Narcissistic mothers see their children as extensions of themselves and competition at the same time, so you’re constantly caught bring both a projection of their lost dreams for themselves and their self-loathing.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
My mother’s first words when I told her my boyfriend had proposed were, “Well, I like him okay, but I don’t think he likes me very much.”
For those trying to understand, it is about having to, from a young age, take care of the wants and needs of your parent and not being allowed to have any wants and needs of your own. My mother would scream at us when she didn’t get her way, and holidays usually ended in a narcissistic rage about how one of us had “ruined” her day. It’s very hard for those who had decent childhoods to get how soul-crushing it is.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents did a number on me. The damage has limited my horizons for relationships and even career. I wish I could know who I would have been if I grew up in a healthy environment.
Despite that, I have chosen to forgive and my life is greatly improved because of it. Staying angry at someone who is troubled is like holding a hot coal and expecting them to feel the pain. They won't, it only hurts you.
NP. I can relate so much to the first part. I wonder who I would have been. I had so much potential but 've been hampered in so many areas of my life (relationship, work). I can't relate to the second paragraph, though. I haven't reached forgiveness. Not sure I will.
A lot of people misunderstand forgiveness.
It just means acceptance of what you cannot change and learning to go on anyway.
That's not forgiveness, that's healing or, perhaps, resignation. It's moving on because you have no other choice. It's accepting that people won't change, that you can't change the past, but that you can choose how you live your life. Forgiveness isn't what you describe.
Anonymous wrote:My parents did a number on me. The damage has limited my horizons for relationships and even career. I wish I could know who I would have been if I grew up in a healthy environment.
Despite that, I have chosen to forgive and my life is greatly improved because of it. Staying angry at someone who is troubled is like holding a hot coal and expecting them to feel the pain. They won't, it only hurts you.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
When you are 13 and get your first period, you go straight to her and she tells you, "figure it out". When you talk back (as teenagers do) she says, "if I knew you'd be like this, I would've had an abortion!". Things like that.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents did a number on me. The damage has limited my horizons for relationships and even career. I wish I could know who I would have been if I grew up in a healthy environment.
Despite that, I have chosen to forgive and my life is greatly improved because of it. Staying angry at someone who is troubled is like holding a hot coal and expecting them to feel the pain. They won't, it only hurts you.
NP. I can relate so much to the first part. I wonder who I would have been. I had so much potential but 've been hampered in so many areas of my life (relationship, work). I can't relate to the second paragraph, though. I haven't reached forgiveness. Not sure I will.
A lot of people misunderstand forgiveness.
It just means acceptance of what you cannot change and learning to go on anyway.
Anonymous wrote:When she looks at you before your wedding day and asks if your dress is still going to fit.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents did a number on me. The damage has limited my horizons for relationships and even career. I wish I could know who I would have been if I grew up in a healthy environment.
Despite that, I have chosen to forgive and my life is greatly improved because of it. Staying angry at someone who is troubled is like holding a hot coal and expecting them to feel the pain. They won't, it only hurts you.
NP. I can relate so much to the first part. I wonder who I would have been. I had so much potential but 've been hampered in so many areas of my life (relationship, work). I can't relate to the second paragraph, though. I haven't reached forgiveness. Not sure I will.