#narcissistic mum

[chaos-in-one]

The narc abuse truthers found my blog

Anyways I will never stop telling y'all to sit down and shut up because you're ableist dickheads and don't deserve a damn platform to spread ableist bullshit about my disorder

I do not care that x person in your life was a narcissist and abusive. Genuinely. I do not give a fuck about how they where an abusive narcissist or any of that shit. What happened was shitty but it is not a goddamned excuse to throw an entire group of suffering mentally ill people under the bus because they share a disorder with the one who hurt you. And it never fucking will be.

You all are entitled fucking pricks.

#npd #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic people #narcissistic personality disorder #narcissist #narcissistic personality traits #surviving narcissism #narcissticabuseawareness #narcissismawareness #narcissim #pathological narcissism #malignant narcissism #covert narcissism #narcissism awareness #narcissistic abuse #narcissistic behavior #narcissistic mum #narcissistic father #npd thoughts #npd mood #npd stigma #npd things

[accessories-not-included]

I recently got approved for a grant that would aid in modifying my home. This would allow a contractor to modify the bathroom and walkways so my wheelchair could access them easier. Before applying for this grant I got permission from the homeowners for the desired modifications. Here's the problem: when I told the owners that the grant was approved they changed their minds. They decided that if they went through with the changes it could affect the resale value of the house. I tried to rationalize with them by explaining what challenges I face currently while living in the home that could be corrected with this grant. I told them how the doorways are constantly getting damaged by my electric chair and this damage could cease with the widening of the door frames. I explained that my electric and manual chair could not turn around nor fit into the bathroom. This could be resolved by extending part of the bathroom walls. I can't access the shower or bathtub. This too could be fixed by modifying access to the shower door. Or by replacing the structure entirely. There's also the matter of the front and back doors. By having this grant I would have had help modifying the paths to enter and exit the house. This of course greatly affects any emergency evacuation plans. As you would imagine the fact that these plans were once approved and are now unapproved is confusing and devastating. So it would probably not help matters if I further informed you that the owners of the house (which I'm unable to own due to social security) are my parents. Who are fully aware and familiar with my disabilities and Injury. Who have no immediate intention to sell the home. My parents indeed denied modifying the house to be safely accessible to me as a disabled and otherwise bedbound person. I've tried to make this make sense and knowing that my parents have always been abusive, narcissistic assholes, all I can determine from this experience is simply: they just want control over the uncontrollable (my disability).

#disability advocacy #disabled people #wheelchair #ableism #disabilities #disability #cpunk #medical ableism #physically disabled #fibro #chronic illness #chronic disability #chronically ill #chronic pain #narcisstic personality disorder #narcissistic family #narcissistic mum #narcissistic traits

[delirious-distension]

I fucking hate her, no accountability for the shitty motherhood she put me through.

Always deflecting the fact she was an abusive asshole. The nerve to tell me I was a shitty kid…..bitch you raised me! Look in the god damn mirror.

#bpd #bpd feels #borderline personality disorder #borderline personality traits #bpd episode #bpd hell #mental awareness #mentalhealth #bpd mood #bpd sucks #bpd thoughts #bpd vent #borderline thoughts #bpd stuff #living with borderline #living with bpd #narcissistic family #narcissistic mother #narcissistic mum #i hate her #toxic mom #toxic parents

[bang-gone]

#digital art #narcissistic behavior #toxic mother #narcissistic mum #narcissistic family #childhood trauma #emotional wounds #emotional trauma #mental health #oc #bunnies #humor #Bunny Vibes #Kitty Vibes

[lifeofbrittnie]

I distance myself for a reason

#distance #narcissistic parent #narcissistic mum #selflove #deppresion #positive mental attitude #loveyoufirst #mental health #encouragement #children #holdyourown #standup

[punkpandapatrixkdailyread]

悪意育ち akui sodachi／oh pretty baby, your toxic mum can go to hell

This is something short and sweet for all of the Princesses who have grown up being told—by the one fucker who should know better to love them wholeheartedly—they were unpretty, unsmart, uncool, unhealthy, unsparkly, unwhatever, therefore unworthy: that that underdeveloped creature of a female being (can’t even call that a mother) is just jealous of your untapped beauty🌸

Have you ever come across this spiritual theory about narcissistic parents? Some people say a narcissistic parent has this almost demonic ability to figure out who amongst their children would become a spiritually advanced being. It then becomes this motherfucking demon’s mission to wage psychological war on that sweet, sensitive, spiritually woke child to try and stop them from reaching their Highest Possible Destiny. It all begins in childhood; making the kind-hearted child believe their entire existence is the most wrongest thing to happen in the world. But that’s the furthest thing from the truth.

You are a compassionate darling whose heart is the prettiest in the world. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been assigned the role of a black sheep by that fucker of a mother.

THE GOLDEN CHILD VS. THE SCAPEGOAT | Roles Assigned To Children By Their Narcissistic Parents

Why does the golden child get upset with the scapegoat?

Hey! You’re not a goat or a sheep, OK? You’re a Swan, Princess🤪✨🦢✨🤪Whatever you’ve been told, or subliminally made to believe about yourself, learn to distinguish what’s real reality from the fake reality narrated by the psychopath. I know you’re an adorably lovely person and you’re WORTHY of more Love than you can imagine at the moment😊There’s still so much space for growth within yourself~✨🦢✨

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

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[mycptsdstory]

After having the worst week of my life, finding out why everyone left me, I'm not getting any auditions. All because my fucking cunt of a mother, told everyone that I'm a fucking peadophile...

I'm watching RuPauls drag race on the World of Wonder app, and yes I'm streaming it. It honestly makes me feel so much better.

It's so nice to watch a TV show that I was NEVER allowed to watch, when I was living with my mother. Omg, she's against anything that's queer because iTs AgAinSt tHe BibLe 🙄

I hope people believe me. I legit put the sex offenders register on my socials and fucking pinned it. On my Facebook, I made it public. Since that link is public domain and I'm allowed too, especially when I'm not on the fucking thing.

Not gonna lie, I feel let down by the legal system. My mother saying a peadophile is the last straw. I'm done, I'm so fucking done.

I haven't had any messages from anyone, especially to the people who believed this shit. The only people who have been there is my bf and my close friends. I cried a lot last night, because this shit hurts. It fucking hurts.

I hope this will clear up soon because I'm still terrified to leave the flat. I just want to sleep all day and ignore the whole world.

And yes, what my mother has done, is VERY illegal. Since there's zero evidence to back it up.

I'm so tired and I'm so done with this shit. I just want to be left alone. But that ain't happening. My mother won't stop stalking me, harassing me, till someone stops her or she's dead.

I'm so tired and I'm so done.

#cptsd #narcissistic mom #narcissistic mother #narcissistic mum #cptsdhealing #living with cptsd #cptsd problems #cptsd thoughts #cptsd vent #actually cptsd #just cptsd things #tw cptsd #actually ptsd #cptsd tag

[stumblestickgirl]

And yet, after all this time, I cannot bring myself to remind my mother of her faults in my unhappiness.

#quiet bpd #narcissistic mum

[ariarirs-blog]

My mother thought it would be appropriate to bring up something that is emotionally, mentally and financially exhausting me because I had simply asked her (politely) to turn down her music. It turned into a full blown argument where she gaslighted me and berated me. She wouldn’t listen to what I have to say and completely changed the subject of the argument to fit her victimhood narrative. I can’t see myself talking to her after this. We have arguments a lot but she’d never weaponised something that she knows hurts me.

#emotionally immature parents #emotionally immature mother #narcissistic mum #narcissistic mother #depression

[somewhereoverthearrow]

To be forgotten doesn’t mean they don’t know you’re there. It means that they forget that you have feelings and needs. Because you’re older than the rest, your should know how to handle your feelings, be by yourself, not need a parent.

To be forgotten means to crave time with them, but being disregarded for someone else time and time again, then dealing with the repercussions of standing up for yourself.

#oldest #birth order #narcissistic mum

[accessories-not-included]

I have deep-rooted trauma that I've lived with since childhood. Recently I have been faced with ongoing abuse by my parents who are diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD)... (among other things). Being a people pleaser, this is not a new battle for me. Nor do I think it has been a new battle for many other people with trauma. But what the abusers don't know is that we've had the power all along. This is the letter I wrote to my abusers. I hope it could empower and provide hope to anyone else faced with trauma:

To my abusers,

You know who you are. 

I'm sorry for your lack of empathy and your struggle to survive the purgatory that you've built for yourselves. I'm sorry too that you chose me to fill the voids in your lives.  But I'm not sorry for failing your plans. 

You all say that I am a disappointment. That I'm a waste of time and fail at becoming who you expected me to be.

Yet it's this failure… the failure to fulfill each relentless demand and to fill the shoes of all the perfect personas that were created to mask my identity. This failure has been my best achievement. The pain I endured to fill each of your bottomless pits revealed the most important parts of me. I've suffered the beatings, the verbal thrashings, the enslavement, the eggshells, the condescension, the thefts of my dignity… all because I believed in each and every one of you. You have each taught me that there is more than one type of trauma. You speak of betrayal and pain yet I see that you are blind to the truth of your words. Because it is not you who suffers at the hands of evil. You were the monsters all along. 

Yet even within cowardly monsters like you, I still believed your hearts were there. I believed that they were treasured commodities that could only be relinquished to those who were worthy. Such a prize was like finding Princess Peach waiting in a castle guarded by Dragons. Just past the rubble of past burdens and through the sea of daunting decisions. I believed if I kept pushing, slaying Dragons, and kept peeling at the layers, I could reveal parts of all of you that could love me. 

Yeah, I was trying to turn peanut butter into a diamond, and was met with a series of disappointments and broken dreams. Yes my reality was clouded, but I tried to see past the fog because unlike the other reindeer, my heart truly glows. I just happen to have a heart that glows too much for people like you to handle. 

Looking back now, I realize that it has been both a blessing and a curse to have so much capacity for devotion. But this is part of me that you couldn't break. 

This truth above all reins clear: I am my ancestors' savage spawn. You can either take me as I am or set me free. 

There's a wildfire within me that has the capacity to spread further than you ever imagined. I'm just sorry that you spent so much wasted effort in trying to put it out. I am no longer your pack mule. The weight of your choices has been too heavy to carry and I must outrun the fire before I'm trapped in its ashes like you. There's too much that I want and need to be and I can't hold back the fire any longer. 

I deserve the right to return to the sun, unfold my wings battered from battles-past. Then reflect in the sun's rays that reflect off of my wings so that I may shine as I was always meant to. 

It's time for all of you to understand that some people are too cold to ever find comfort in another's warmth. 

So as I collect my broken pieces of my past self, I may not know where they belong anymore. They're jagged and shared. In a way they still feel familiar when I brush along their edges and feel their pain. These Accessories that once built my identity and now rest forever as broken pieces. These pieces are proof that the pain was real. That all of the trauma that I was put through wasn't imagined. This pain leaves impressions that will forever scar my soul.

But these shards are in my hands now. They will never be taken away again. 

Love, 

Accessories-Not-Included 

#disability advocacy #disabled people #wheelchair #ableism #disabilities #disability #cpunk #medical ableism #physically disabled #fibro #disability rights #disabled #chronic disability #chronically ill #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #depressing shit #narcissismawareness #narcissistic traits #narcissistic mum #narcissistic family #narcisstic personality disorder #childhood ptsd #ptsdsurvivor #ptsd recovery #ptsd #complex ptsd #trauma

[pervigilatrix]

having to apologise to a narcissistic parent just so they'll stop guilt tripping you and causing arguments for no reason is sometimes just the most soul crushing thing you can do

#narcissim #narcissist parents #abusive parents #narcissist mother #mother #mum #parent #parenting #bad parenting #gentle parenting #abuse #parental abuse

[nothing0fnothing]

I have beautiful curly hair. I was born with it and I inherited it from my mum.

So how is it I grew up insanely jealous of my mums curly hair when I have the exact same hair as her? Because she never told me my hair is curly.

I spent my young years and my vulnerable teen years so insecure because my hair was frizzy, unmanageable, greasy and wouldn't hold a style. I was so embarrassed of my hair I'd fry it with flat irons and curling rods every morning trying to make it look normal. I used to wash it twice every morning, blow dry it with mousse, heat style it till I smelled burning then hairpray the shit out of it. By the end of the day it was a poofy, greasy mess again.

I'd hide it in buns and ponytails because I hated it so much and I'd beg the hairdresser to do something, anything to make it more manageable. All this while my mum luxuriated in her lush curls and told me I just had bad hair.

So, one day, when I was 17, I chopped all my hair off with kitchen scissors, and as it grew out undamaged, I noticed tiny little curls. I asked my mum what I should do to nurture them.

"Those aren't curls" she snorted. "Those are cowlicks. You gave them to yourself when you chopped all your hair off."

"I don't think they are" I said, pulling one straight and letting it bounce up like a spring.

"Curly hair is a lot of effort darling, you'd never be up to the task of taking care of it. You'll get bored and it'll look like shit like before." She said. "Stick to what you know" she said.

So I took to YouTube and looked up "how to care for curly hair" then I took my paycheck to the drugstore and I bought all the products I needed and within a few months I had this beautiful head of short little ringlets. For the first time in my life I loved my own hair.

My mum fucking hated it. She told me it looked worse than ever, she told me I was wasting my money on hair products. As it grew faster than ever, she got more and more impatient with it. She told me I was dooming myself to a life of cropped hair because my clearly inferior hair could never be long and curly like hers was. "Enjoy it while it lasts" she told me "it'll never hold a curl when it's long"

A year later and I'd perfected the routine. It was now shoulder length and beautifully bouncy, I couldn't go anywhere without a compliment and I can see why, it was gorgeous and wild and so, so worth the effort. And yet, every time she saw me she made it a point to let me know that she didn't like it. Tried to convince me I'd made a mistake to embrace my curls. All because she didn't have a hand in it. All because curly hair was her thing and she was jealous I was young and beautiful and had learned to have beautiful hair without her.

#raised by narcissists #narcissistic parents #toxic mum #toxic mom #toxic parents #emotionally immature parents #narcissistic abuse #emotional neglect #emotional maturity #emotional health #emotional abuse

[paddockbunny]

The one fucking day you’re supposed to feel special and that you matter and my fucking family can’t even stop laying into me for ONE DAY! I actually said yesterday all I wanted was one day where I was listened to and not made to feel bad.

This is the fourth birthday I’ve spent upset and feeling depressed so next year I’ll be on a solo holiday lying on a beach alone with no one to make me hate myself

#fuck birthdays #they’re the actual worst #the getting older part is bad but narcissistic family’s are worse #I didn’t even want to do anything #I just wanted to have my little cake and a glass of Prosecco and forget about it till everyone else chimed in I had to do something #and now it’s just another fiasco where my mum and aunt destroy my self confidence again

[subconsciousmysteries]

now my mother and sister are crying that I'm having a baby cuz they think I'm gonna be scum like my mother and make ppl, let alone kids, who aren't his parents look after him when they don't want to. Lolno. I'm not like you freaks. I understand the concept of consent and boundaries unlike you.

#My sister will never see the light lol #She's brainwashed by mum to scapegoat me for mum's parentification of her #Classic n bitch #Can't wait for her to die (mum) #Lucky my sister is a 7 who quickly forgets conflicts and wants to joke around when she isn't triggered #My sister only sucks when mum is in the room abusing me (takes mum's side) or #When mum complains to her about what a terrible person with no empathy Sarah is because she disobeys me and hurts my feelings #Sis has golden child and enmeshment syndrome #And I don't feel sorry for anyone who is enmeshed one bit #Even tho their behavior towards you as a scapegoat can be bloody disgusting #I forgive my sister but never my mother #Psycho narcissistic bitch with anger problems