HëllaBubz
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I've also asked Anthony about this, but I thought I'd reach out and see what the rest of you think about this, and any advice you might have.
Since I've posted this I have spoken with my bro, and he's said that he's happier drug free after a 'long hard think about what I do want and don't want'.
I'm rather suspicious, and I don't know what to believe. Children of narcissistic parents learn to lie very well, and something is ringing 'off' for me.
I'm the oldest of 3.
My brother just turned 21 about 10 days ago, and the day before his birthday, I got a text at 6am from him, telling me that his mates had given him a puff of shards along with the all night bender they'd been having.
About 12 months ago, they introduced him to weed, and I managed to scare him off using it constantly by giving him the bare bones truth about what happens to someone with substance induced dementia.
It brought him to the point of tears.
I don't know how to explain it, but the mate he is hanging out with (a work colleague on the scaffolding truck they run) reminds me a lot of my ex. Extremely rough around the edges, a bully, intimidating, trigger anger switch, funny as f*ck at the most inappropriate times, alcoholic, druggie, and as my brother puts it "he might be on that shit but he's a f*cken good bloke".
It's interesting that my brother has gone into alcohol and people similar to what I did when I got out of home, as well as sowing his wild oats....as young people do, I just see myself at 17 in him at 21, if that makes sense.
Everything we were told was horrible and would kill us and would destroy our souls, demonizing alcohol, drugs, loose women, all the shit that religious f*cknuts preach about, my brother and I seem to have subconsciously gone out to prove wrong.
I guess that's the hazard of having parents that lie, exaggerate and blow everything out of proportion, narcisstic assholes that enjoy the sound of their own voice to the point where if they ever did have something GOOD to say, we are so sick of the sound of them that we switch off automatically.
I am the last port of call for my brother before he goes out adrift. I answer his questions on sex, STD's, alcohol, bar fights, fixing computers, rent, landlords, food and everything else you can imagine.
Every time he's in shit, I get a call, and find a way to fix the latest mess he's managed to get himself into, because I know he might be able to fix it himself, but he needs to learn why it happened, how it happened, and how to avoid it, rather than just damage control.
When I was in shit, I had no idea how I'd gotten myself into it, all I knew was that everyone judged me, looked down on me, and gave my parents more ammo to make my life a f*cking misery.
He attended a double session with myself and my T about 2 weeks ago, it gave him nightmares for 5 days straight about shit from home.
My T suspects he's buried things fairly well, but there are still elements of PTS there, and it doesn't take much to bring that crap back up to the surface. She helps me support him whilst teaching me to take care of myself, because we both know there's nothing between him and a very slippery slope if I throw my hands up.
She also thinks it would be HIGHLY beneficial for him to go and see a T, because he has a highly addictive nature, the trauma we've both been through makes us even more susceptible.
The problem is, the guy needs a mum and a dad, but at the same time my parents have managed to f*ck up his head badly enough that trying to teach him anything is a VERY careful juggling act.
Narcissists are the worst sort of humans in that they work their poisonous magic, and then spend the rest of the time covering their tracks by planting doubts about all sorts of things in your head, so that taking advice from anyone else is impossible because you've been taught that they are the devil and not to be trusted.
So every time my brother needs to learn something, I have to hold my partner back because I know the cues that my brother gives when he switches off, an automatic response to my parent's self important tirades.
I really need help here, but I don't know what to ask for.
Drugs?
Young guys?
Getting through?
Not burn myself out?
Where is the line?
Parenting?
Recognising symptoms similar to, but not PTSD?
I've got my own little bubs to think about, I've got to make sure I survive whilst taking care of her, but I've seen all to well the damage my parents are willing to let happen to my brother if it means it will be another way to discredit me and break up the bond that he and I have.
They would rather see him suffer or do things illegally than let him take help off me, this is so f*cked and I just don't know where to turn, what to say, or what to do anymore.
I'm only one person recovering from the damage that 2 screwed up narcissists did to me, how am I supposed to undo and help the damage that's been, and being done to him?
Since I've posted this I have spoken with my bro, and he's said that he's happier drug free after a 'long hard think about what I do want and don't want'.
I'm rather suspicious, and I don't know what to believe. Children of narcissistic parents learn to lie very well, and something is ringing 'off' for me.
I'm the oldest of 3.
My brother just turned 21 about 10 days ago, and the day before his birthday, I got a text at 6am from him, telling me that his mates had given him a puff of shards along with the all night bender they'd been having.
About 12 months ago, they introduced him to weed, and I managed to scare him off using it constantly by giving him the bare bones truth about what happens to someone with substance induced dementia.
It brought him to the point of tears.
I don't know how to explain it, but the mate he is hanging out with (a work colleague on the scaffolding truck they run) reminds me a lot of my ex. Extremely rough around the edges, a bully, intimidating, trigger anger switch, funny as f*ck at the most inappropriate times, alcoholic, druggie, and as my brother puts it "he might be on that shit but he's a f*cken good bloke".
It's interesting that my brother has gone into alcohol and people similar to what I did when I got out of home, as well as sowing his wild oats....as young people do, I just see myself at 17 in him at 21, if that makes sense.
Everything we were told was horrible and would kill us and would destroy our souls, demonizing alcohol, drugs, loose women, all the shit that religious f*cknuts preach about, my brother and I seem to have subconsciously gone out to prove wrong.
I guess that's the hazard of having parents that lie, exaggerate and blow everything out of proportion, narcisstic assholes that enjoy the sound of their own voice to the point where if they ever did have something GOOD to say, we are so sick of the sound of them that we switch off automatically.
I am the last port of call for my brother before he goes out adrift. I answer his questions on sex, STD's, alcohol, bar fights, fixing computers, rent, landlords, food and everything else you can imagine.
Every time he's in shit, I get a call, and find a way to fix the latest mess he's managed to get himself into, because I know he might be able to fix it himself, but he needs to learn why it happened, how it happened, and how to avoid it, rather than just damage control.
When I was in shit, I had no idea how I'd gotten myself into it, all I knew was that everyone judged me, looked down on me, and gave my parents more ammo to make my life a f*cking misery.
He attended a double session with myself and my T about 2 weeks ago, it gave him nightmares for 5 days straight about shit from home.
My T suspects he's buried things fairly well, but there are still elements of PTS there, and it doesn't take much to bring that crap back up to the surface. She helps me support him whilst teaching me to take care of myself, because we both know there's nothing between him and a very slippery slope if I throw my hands up.
She also thinks it would be HIGHLY beneficial for him to go and see a T, because he has a highly addictive nature, the trauma we've both been through makes us even more susceptible.
The problem is, the guy needs a mum and a dad, but at the same time my parents have managed to f*ck up his head badly enough that trying to teach him anything is a VERY careful juggling act.
Narcissists are the worst sort of humans in that they work their poisonous magic, and then spend the rest of the time covering their tracks by planting doubts about all sorts of things in your head, so that taking advice from anyone else is impossible because you've been taught that they are the devil and not to be trusted.
So every time my brother needs to learn something, I have to hold my partner back because I know the cues that my brother gives when he switches off, an automatic response to my parent's self important tirades.
I really need help here, but I don't know what to ask for.
Drugs?
Young guys?
Getting through?
Not burn myself out?
Where is the line?
Parenting?
Recognising symptoms similar to, but not PTSD?
I've got my own little bubs to think about, I've got to make sure I survive whilst taking care of her, but I've seen all to well the damage my parents are willing to let happen to my brother if it means it will be another way to discredit me and break up the bond that he and I have.
They would rather see him suffer or do things illegally than let him take help off me, this is so f*cked and I just don't know where to turn, what to say, or what to do anymore.
I'm only one person recovering from the damage that 2 screwed up narcissists did to me, how am I supposed to undo and help the damage that's been, and being done to him?