NP Mother
Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:44 am
Hello all, I am new here.
I have been dealing with a narcissistic mother most of my life, but most recently was able to put a name to her behavior. I feel so free knowing that it's not me and that she has a personality disorder. Most of my life she has been very argumentative if I don't agree with her every thought or criticism. She has all of the traits; lacks empathy, falsifies her accomplishments, uses people to her advantage, exploits the kindness of others, deems herself as better than most people, believes herself to be superior in comparison to others, uses manipulation, zooms in on the weaknesses of others and uses it to her advantage. At one point when I didn't have a term to describe her behavior, I just considered her to be possessed by some demonic entity.
In 2009 my partner/mate of 15 years passed away. Before his passing, he was very sick. I encouraged him to go to the hospital where he was admitted for 3 weeks. My mother was also ill, but not as sick as he was, so I had to turn my attention towards his care, while looking after my mother when I could. During the first week of his hospital stay, my mom called my cell. She asked if my mate was okay, and I tried to explain that his condition was serious and that I didn't want to really talk about it. I learned from many years of my mother's behavior that she doesn't really care about others. She just pretends to. So I learned to keep personal information to myself. I always hide my life from her as much as I can so that she can't criticize. I went on and gave her a little bit of information concerning his condition letting her know that things weren't looking so good. She then pretended to care by giving me a blank response, the asked with enthusiasm if I could pick her up a loaf of bread. I said okay in a low tone... just not feeling any love for what I was being faced with. I knew that she didn't really care about my partner's condition and that she was preparing to ask me for something.
I am so use to her responses... she's either blank or just totally lacking empathy. So when I left the hospital that night, I was tired. My mother only eats Mother's bread, which meant that I would have to drive to the major grocery store, park and walk through the grocery store just to get one item. So I didn't pick up the bread. Partly because I felt that at this time, I needed family support which I wasn't getting. Just more request for me to do everything for my mother. My mother's sister worked 2 minutes away part time and was available to run my mother's errands if need be. But my mother only wants to run me around. Which I don't mind.. it's just that I was fearing for my partners life.
So I never picked up the bread. The next morning I arrived at the hospital early to catch up with my partners doctors. Once settled I called to check on my mom. She was so highly upset that I didn't pick up the bread. This is when she treats me with her conditional love. When I get to see the other side of her who only loves me when she has my full attention and when I'm running around trying to make her happy. She then asked me in a cold tone "why didn't you pick up my bread?" I explained that I was tired. I explained that I am worried about my partner. I explained that his health is failing and that he needs me. I need to also take care of myself right now.
She hung up on me. I call back... and asks if she could lean on my aunt for now (her sister who works exactly down the street). I explained that I can't do everything the way that everyone wants me to do it. She reluctantly agrees and asks her sister to pick up a loaf of bread. She was so upset with me and cold and lacking empathy. Every time I would call to check on her, she was cold and treating me with her conditional love. I had to distance myself from her during his last days. On the night that he passed away, I was there with him at the hospital. I called my mom to inform her of his death.... and she was still mad at me, yet mustered up a bit of care when she heard me cry.
There were other events that I had to deal with concerning his family before and after the funeral. All the while my mother and I got into many arguments. She kept saying insensitive things like... "Oh your leaving out, you look so nice... maybe you'll find another boyfriend." Or "Why don't you get dressed and go out and find another boyfriend." My current partner hadn't been buried for a month yet. He was a very good man... he was always good to me and the only one to every show me what unconditional love feels like. In my mind, no one can take his place.
After awhile I had to distance myself from my mother, with the holidays coming up.. I was missing my partner so much and went into a depression. I picked up about 50 pounds, just eating and sleeping through the holidays alone. My family wasn't very supportive because she had all of them mad at me over the bread situation. Then one day, while going through the depression my mother kept calling me. I wasn't avoiding her calls, I couldn't make it to the phone in time.. so I just fell asleep. I figured she was okay if she was calling. I called her back and she was angry at me saying "I could be dead here and your not answering the phone!"
Then I got upset and said, "Well Ma, I'm going through my own stuff right now. I'm dealing with some sort of depression with Henry being gone now and maybe I need a little support or time to myself." Then she hung up on me. It's like I'm never suppose to have any feelings. I am to only think of how she feels and anticipate her needs. She is only happy with me and loving me when I do what she wants. Later that night, she had the whole family call me. I didn't answer. They weren't calling to check on me, they were just calling to see if I would answer the phone. She was just trying to prove her point. That I wasn't answering her calls.
Anyway, over the next few months family stepped in to cook her meals. Over the holidays they stopped by to make sure she had Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas dinner, while leaving me out. When I would call, she would brag about how everyone is stopping by to make sure she had food, and bread... etc. I just was so hurt because I really needed more family support to help me through.
I decided to do a search on the internet to understand why my mother acted this way. I looked up keywords like "selfish, superiority complex.. etc" and found the term narcissistic. I began to read more about narcissism and learned that she suffers from all of the traits. I bought a book that taught me more... and I worked through work sheets... they helped a lot. I am now reading another book entitled "Trapped In The Mirror'. So far, its a good read.
My mother's narcissism, caused me to have co-dependency issues. I would like to stop being co-dependent. I take care of everyone, but myself. I want to stop doing that, but it's a bad habit.
Anyway, that's a small part of my story and what I'm dealing with today. My mother being sick and family supporting her and not really supporting me. They don't realize that when you're the sole caregiver for an elderly mom.. it takes away from your own life. Sometimes I just need help and some understanding.
I have been dealing with a narcissistic mother most of my life, but most recently was able to put a name to her behavior. I feel so free knowing that it's not me and that she has a personality disorder. Most of my life she has been very argumentative if I don't agree with her every thought or criticism. She has all of the traits; lacks empathy, falsifies her accomplishments, uses people to her advantage, exploits the kindness of others, deems herself as better than most people, believes herself to be superior in comparison to others, uses manipulation, zooms in on the weaknesses of others and uses it to her advantage. At one point when I didn't have a term to describe her behavior, I just considered her to be possessed by some demonic entity.
In 2009 my partner/mate of 15 years passed away. Before his passing, he was very sick. I encouraged him to go to the hospital where he was admitted for 3 weeks. My mother was also ill, but not as sick as he was, so I had to turn my attention towards his care, while looking after my mother when I could. During the first week of his hospital stay, my mom called my cell. She asked if my mate was okay, and I tried to explain that his condition was serious and that I didn't want to really talk about it. I learned from many years of my mother's behavior that she doesn't really care about others. She just pretends to. So I learned to keep personal information to myself. I always hide my life from her as much as I can so that she can't criticize. I went on and gave her a little bit of information concerning his condition letting her know that things weren't looking so good. She then pretended to care by giving me a blank response, the asked with enthusiasm if I could pick her up a loaf of bread. I said okay in a low tone... just not feeling any love for what I was being faced with. I knew that she didn't really care about my partner's condition and that she was preparing to ask me for something.
I am so use to her responses... she's either blank or just totally lacking empathy. So when I left the hospital that night, I was tired. My mother only eats Mother's bread, which meant that I would have to drive to the major grocery store, park and walk through the grocery store just to get one item. So I didn't pick up the bread. Partly because I felt that at this time, I needed family support which I wasn't getting. Just more request for me to do everything for my mother. My mother's sister worked 2 minutes away part time and was available to run my mother's errands if need be. But my mother only wants to run me around. Which I don't mind.. it's just that I was fearing for my partners life.
So I never picked up the bread. The next morning I arrived at the hospital early to catch up with my partners doctors. Once settled I called to check on my mom. She was so highly upset that I didn't pick up the bread. This is when she treats me with her conditional love. When I get to see the other side of her who only loves me when she has my full attention and when I'm running around trying to make her happy. She then asked me in a cold tone "why didn't you pick up my bread?" I explained that I was tired. I explained that I am worried about my partner. I explained that his health is failing and that he needs me. I need to also take care of myself right now.
She hung up on me. I call back... and asks if she could lean on my aunt for now (her sister who works exactly down the street). I explained that I can't do everything the way that everyone wants me to do it. She reluctantly agrees and asks her sister to pick up a loaf of bread. She was so upset with me and cold and lacking empathy. Every time I would call to check on her, she was cold and treating me with her conditional love. I had to distance myself from her during his last days. On the night that he passed away, I was there with him at the hospital. I called my mom to inform her of his death.... and she was still mad at me, yet mustered up a bit of care when she heard me cry.
There were other events that I had to deal with concerning his family before and after the funeral. All the while my mother and I got into many arguments. She kept saying insensitive things like... "Oh your leaving out, you look so nice... maybe you'll find another boyfriend." Or "Why don't you get dressed and go out and find another boyfriend." My current partner hadn't been buried for a month yet. He was a very good man... he was always good to me and the only one to every show me what unconditional love feels like. In my mind, no one can take his place.
After awhile I had to distance myself from my mother, with the holidays coming up.. I was missing my partner so much and went into a depression. I picked up about 50 pounds, just eating and sleeping through the holidays alone. My family wasn't very supportive because she had all of them mad at me over the bread situation. Then one day, while going through the depression my mother kept calling me. I wasn't avoiding her calls, I couldn't make it to the phone in time.. so I just fell asleep. I figured she was okay if she was calling. I called her back and she was angry at me saying "I could be dead here and your not answering the phone!"
Then I got upset and said, "Well Ma, I'm going through my own stuff right now. I'm dealing with some sort of depression with Henry being gone now and maybe I need a little support or time to myself." Then she hung up on me. It's like I'm never suppose to have any feelings. I am to only think of how she feels and anticipate her needs. She is only happy with me and loving me when I do what she wants. Later that night, she had the whole family call me. I didn't answer. They weren't calling to check on me, they were just calling to see if I would answer the phone. She was just trying to prove her point. That I wasn't answering her calls.
Anyway, over the next few months family stepped in to cook her meals. Over the holidays they stopped by to make sure she had Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas dinner, while leaving me out. When I would call, she would brag about how everyone is stopping by to make sure she had food, and bread... etc. I just was so hurt because I really needed more family support to help me through.
I decided to do a search on the internet to understand why my mother acted this way. I looked up keywords like "selfish, superiority complex.. etc" and found the term narcissistic. I began to read more about narcissism and learned that she suffers from all of the traits. I bought a book that taught me more... and I worked through work sheets... they helped a lot. I am now reading another book entitled "Trapped In The Mirror'. So far, its a good read.
My mother's narcissism, caused me to have co-dependency issues. I would like to stop being co-dependent. I take care of everyone, but myself. I want to stop doing that, but it's a bad habit.
Anyway, that's a small part of my story and what I'm dealing with today. My mother being sick and family supporting her and not really supporting me. They don't realize that when you're the sole caregiver for an elderly mom.. it takes away from your own life. Sometimes I just need help and some understanding.