tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237145.post6233678053282090792..comments2024-03-16T14:19:24.563-06:00Comments on Narcissists Suck: Day in the Life of a Child of a NarcissistAnna Valerioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02537877317873251678noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237145.post-69981700629733480412013-06-12T00:51:24.448-06:002013-06-12T00:51:24.448-06:00You're lucky you got a trinket and some conces...You're lucky you got a trinket and some concession. My father never gave me anything and the discovery of the misplaced record would simply have been ignored. But I related a lot to this post. Especially about just enough physical abuse to make me aware of the potential for my complete destruction while not leaving any signs of physical damage. In some ways I think it's better when the abuse isn't softened with any concessions or admission of errors on the part of the abuser. It's easier then to go no contact. I went no contact at age 7. In my mind.Vince Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00415573405185563827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237145.post-37350106466380377682007-11-22T06:30:00.000-07:002007-11-22T06:30:00.000-07:00So sad, Anna. I read your blog all the time. I am ...So sad, Anna. I read your blog all the time. I am so grateful for it. It is so helpful to know that I am not alone. I have "abandoned" my narcissistic mother in her old age; but had to do it or I would have no respect for myself. She is in a home where her basic needs are being met. I have not actually abaonded her into the streets! Of course, it's not enough for the queen that she thinks she is! It can never be enough. There is never any genuine appreciation for anything that I do or shall I say did. She is totally impossible to please.<BR/><BR/>I tried and tried to get along with her and "service" her; but only sank deeper into my own despair. It took me many years to realize she is not my friend. She is actually working against me. I finally woke up one morning with the realization that my own mother hates me. I endured a lifetime of torture trying to "make nice" with the devil.<BR/><BR/>It's so terribly sad (to say the least) how some children are brought up. The one person who should have loved and protected them is the "enemy." There are no physical scars, only emotional ones. To me, those are the worst. It is so hard to prove...many people think we're the "nuts." How could a mother not love her own child and wish them well! Yes, there are those mothers who want the worst for their own flesh and blood! Malignant narcissists. Pure evil. And yet we protect and service these psychopaths until we can finally face the truth...until we can let it sink in and accept our reality. I wonder how many children of narcissists can never see the truth and continue to be used and abused into their own old age!<BR/><BR/>Life is not fair. Keep up your blogs, Anna. I'm sure you are helping many "children" of horrendous parenting weather this tragic storm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com