I've been gradually coming to accept over the past year or so that I was raised by very narcissistic people. I've been thinking about my own parenting skills a lot recently...looking back, especially as my son just graduated from high school, and my daughter is 13. I've always considered myself a good parent who has good relationships with my children. I've always had my children and their healthy, whole person growth come first. And they are two of the coolest kids on the planet, I think. (At least around 75% of the time).
Today it occurred to me that my parents would have thought the same thing about themselves as parents. That they were excellent parents who raised their kid the way she ought to have been raised. Today the thought wormed its way into my overthinking head. The terrible insidious idea that maybe I am a narcissist implanted itself in me.
So many of the choices I have made as a parent were out of determination never-ever-ever to do to my own children what my parents did to me. Isn't that totally self-involved? I've tried so hard to give them choices and freedom and independence. To encourage their interests and talents, to be there for them when they fall, etc. To love them with everything I've got in me, with no conditions. But I think my parents would have thought they did that for me.
Since the big meltdown started 18 months ago, I have started to say "no" to things. That I am too tired. That I cannot do all the things I am supposed to do. This feels very selfish and self-centered to me. I spend a grotesque amount of time dealing with my PTSD symptoms however I can. This has caused my family to suffer. I am no longer working at all now, and we were already in debt from the gradual decline in my income over the past 18 months due to having to cut back, and to my seeking out alternative therapies.
If narcissists have no capacity to understand their narcissism and their impact on others, how do I know I'm not one? I didn't even recognize it in my parents until recently...and I'm oldish myself.
I've backed myself into this awful corner of self-questioning. Ouch.
Today it occurred to me that my parents would have thought the same thing about themselves as parents. That they were excellent parents who raised their kid the way she ought to have been raised. Today the thought wormed its way into my overthinking head. The terrible insidious idea that maybe I am a narcissist implanted itself in me.
So many of the choices I have made as a parent were out of determination never-ever-ever to do to my own children what my parents did to me. Isn't that totally self-involved? I've tried so hard to give them choices and freedom and independence. To encourage their interests and talents, to be there for them when they fall, etc. To love them with everything I've got in me, with no conditions. But I think my parents would have thought they did that for me.
Since the big meltdown started 18 months ago, I have started to say "no" to things. That I am too tired. That I cannot do all the things I am supposed to do. This feels very selfish and self-centered to me. I spend a grotesque amount of time dealing with my PTSD symptoms however I can. This has caused my family to suffer. I am no longer working at all now, and we were already in debt from the gradual decline in my income over the past 18 months due to having to cut back, and to my seeking out alternative therapies.
If narcissists have no capacity to understand their narcissism and their impact on others, how do I know I'm not one? I didn't even recognize it in my parents until recently...and I'm oldish myself.
I've backed myself into this awful corner of self-questioning. Ouch.