Worth (part 1)

I re-found narcissism this week.  It’s been a long week.

Since I discovered narcissism in my life 3 years ago I feel a bit jumbled in recovery.  But this week I began to see a start to the unraveling of the jumble.  I would like to share this with you.

At the beginning of my journey I focused on and understood the message from my mother and many of my N friends – that I am not loved by you for who I am but what I can do for you.  You do not see me as a daughter or friend, etc.  You do not see me as a person, just as an object to fulfil your desires.

And from this premise I launched my recovery.  You are the mother I didn’t really have even though you were physically there.  You are not my friend, you are my enemy.

And these messages were good because it got me here.  It helped me end friendships when I knew that I would be left with none.  It helped me see I never had a mother and not to seek one in her.

And that left me with my own worth.  Facing what my worth is.  When all the Ns were gone in my life I had to and maybe I was even forced to look at my own worth.  And I stopped looking at it and honestly, stopped searching for it – consciously.

I am enough.  Right here, right now.  I am worthy.

It’s a struggle to tell myself that everyday.  I will continue to have that struggle but everyone else does too.  Because doubting ourselves, our worth, is a part of being human.  Finding a way to work through the self-doubt takes practice.  And let me tell you, I am a beginner.

And in my ‘worthy’ struggles this week, I re-found narcissism.  Not a new definition or symptom or coping mechanism, a way of recovering from the trauma.

When I think about all the time, my childhood, my friendships with Ns, it bothered me that they are selfish, they take, they have no empathy, they are mean, etc.  I could go on.  I tried so hard to understand it and the truth is, I won’t understand each N that I have known.  And now, I have to recover from their lack of love and my own hate for them.

But it didn’t work that way for me.  I had to grieve because of their lack of love.  I had to admit I hated them and then deal with that emotion.  Not label it as a bad emotion or a blocker towards recovery but deal with that hatred inside of me.

But what I found this week is that I am not recovering from their lack of love or my hatred, I am recovering from something entirely different.

I am recovering from their definitions.  There are a lot, too many to count.  Each N came up with their own and applied it to me – while changing it mid-sentence.

They were defining my worth.  They were defining MY worth for me.

When someone else defines our self-worth for us, they steal it.   When someone feels no need to define it and helps us find it when we think we lost it, that’s love.  I’ve heard and used the terms – Ns rob you of respect, rob you of yourself, your soul, etc.  I understand those messages even better.  They rob our self-worth.

Self-worth is I am enough (which implies, there is no actual definition).  And you guessed it, the N definition is that we are not enough and even worse, they attach a definition for you to follow, be held accountable for and then change it.  And that is translated in so many subtle ways that you can’t see it, it isn’t tangible and when you try to get validation for a comment they made, you are told you are crazy.  The reason that many people (including me) can’t see the subtle worth-stealing behaviours the Ns do is because most likely, the person we seek validation from are defining their own self-worth as ‘I am not enough’.  We all struggle with this message of saying ‘we are enough’.  And that struggle leaves us blind to see someone stealing our self-worth from us AND from another.

When I started to enter into the uncomfortable openness of ‘I am enough’, I started seeing a lot of messages in the back of my head that I had been blind to.  I started to see what I was trying to gain back – my self-worth.  Recovery, by its definition, is to gain back.  Because to recover from the lack of love is impossible.  We will never get back the love that wasn’t there.  BUT we can recover our own self-worth.

What I learned when I started reading about self-worth was so incredibly eye-opening.  I have Brené Brown to thank for that.  She says, in summary, that self-worth is not attached to a product or to things.  The trouble begins when we or someone else does that.  Which to me means you cannot define self-worth and put a measuring stick to it.  Because to measure it, you must define it.

And if everyone began to define self-worth there would be an infinite number of definitions and no one would be able to obtain it because the target is always changing and that is no way to live.  Here are a few examples I have come across in her books and in my life when we look at self-worth in terms of products or things:

You are worthy if:

      • you have a job
      • you are a mother
      • you hold your emotions in
      • you are thin
      • you are healthy
      • you have a nice house
      • you play sports
      • you speak a foreign language
      • you have lots of friends
      • you help others
      • you donate to charity
      • you let go, move on

To list it out like this makes it seem so easy.  But if it were that easy, then the Ns or ourselves wouldn’t be so good at disguising the messages of ‘we are not enough’.

For me, part of the trauma of being an ACoN is that the definitions appeared in our lives since the day we were born.  From day one, we got a definition, tried to achieve it and then our parents changed it day two.  The other part is the utter pain of knowing that someone we trust and love are reaffirming the messages of ‘we are not good enough’ that we received in school, at camp, at work, etc.

When I stepped into the openness of ‘I am enough’, some repressed memories came back and at the same time some of my feelings I struggled with.  In sixth grade (I was 10 years old) I failed (grade of D) my first social studies exam of the school year.  The teacher spoke with my mother and she was furious at me.  She forced me to study every waking minute I was at home for the next exam.  On the next exam, I received a 98% out of 100.  I was so excited I went home and told my mother.  Her response, ‘You should have gotten a 100.’  I’ll never forget that moment.  The pain in my stomach was unbearable and still is today.

Just recently, in an earlier post, I shared with you that I told my aunt about my mother having narcissism and I told her a few stories to help her understand the concept of maternal narcissism.  She did sympathise with me but she ended with this cautionary note: Remember that your mom was born and raised in India and it is cultural to pretend like everything is okay even when it isn’t – saving face.  This last part bothered me because I really wanted to be open to the fact that there are cultural differences and I wanted to have empathy for something that is difficult for me to understand.  I was lying to myself.  I was very upset about what she said.  And this week I realized why.

My last semester/term at university I had gotten a job just before graduation.  I was very happy and thought the job was good because it would allow me to live (rent, food) and make payments for my school loans at the same time.  My mother wanted to know how much I would earn with this job.  When I was in the process of moving from my apartment on campus she told me: the next time you talk to your aunt and she happens to ask you how much you earn, remember to tell her $XXXX instead of $YYYY.  Her amount was $6000 more than what I was actually earning per year.

The pain of that moment was so physical.  I fell into a depression the weeks leading up to starting the new job – I didn’t celebrate graduating or interact with anyone.  She had assessed my worth not only by how much I earned but also by adding $6000 to it.  She gave my worth a monetary value and still told me that that was NOT enough.  What I realised this week is that even with the cultural differences my aunt pointed to, my mother wasn’t acting like things were okay even when they weren’t.  The thing is things were okay, she didn’t have to pretend and telling my aunt that I had gotten a job would have been sufficient to fulfil the cultural norm.

And as I relive and rethink my stories from past and present I realize just how much my own recovery is tied to getting back my own self-worth and looking at what gets in the way – shame.  It has been a long week.

Thank you for reading.

xx

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8 thoughts on “Worth (part 1)

  1. Such a timely post for me! I’m struggling with this same issue…..I thought of it as my “identity crisis” – and, like you, since I didn’t take the time to “find myself” when I was a young(er) woman, I was always trying to please all the narcissists in my life. A question I used to hate being asked was; What do you like to do? I never had an answer for that question…..I could tell you what everybody else liked, but not me. Now in my mid 50’s I’m going through the same journey.

    I haven’t posted anything for a few weeks….I began to feel stalled. I felt like although I had left the Narcissist relationships behind me, I still was letting the past journey define me. I began moving on to sites and materials like Brene’s.

    I’m always surprised at how much I have in common with people I don’t know. Well done!!!!

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    • OMG! I did too! I was like, great, I have to find myself, my passion, etc. as the next step.

      I understand that question, what do you like to do? I didn’t know how to answer that either. I felt like it was such a burden to define myself and in someways if I accomplished the task of finding myself I was telling myself I am worthy. But that isn’t true for anyone. If I can’t answer it now or ever then it is ok. I am worthy. You are worthy. Right here, right now.

      I have been writing the following posts about worth currently (in several parts because they would be too long) and that message we hear about must find ourselves is so destructive.

      What was kind of funny, is Brown struggled with the question when people asked her ‘what do you do?’ She says she doesn’t feel bad saying, how much time do you have? as an answer.

      I am so glad I found you and other bloggers and readers. It is so cool how we can understand each other having never met physically!

      xoxo

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  2. I love this post. There’s so much to discuss that I don’t even know where to start. It takes so much honesty to go through this journey of getting to the bottom of things. Seeing the messages in the back of our heads. As I read the post I had to admit my hatred of Ns. That I loathe the way the operate and the games they play. That isn’t easy. All my life I’ve been branded with the “nice” label: the person who likes everybody, who never gets angry, never complains. But that was my parents’ definition of me. Not who I really am. Just their label. I loved what you said about “people who define your self-worth, they steal it”. Because it is not their right to define us. It never was. We all have a right to live in this world without having to justify our existence. To be human beings and not human “doings”.
    There’s a lot to think about in this post. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I look forward to read Part 2.

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    • Thank you Kara. I feel the same way, there is so much to discuss.

      Our parents defined our worth. My worth, according to my mother, was if I sat still, didn’t talk or laugh loudly. We are worthy to them if we behave like this and they, then, can feel worthy through this image of their family.

      You said it – it is no one’s right to define it. And sometimes I would be irritated by someone and they weren’t exactly being N (according to the definition) but they were in fact defining my worth for me.

      xx
      T

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      • “My worth, according to my mother, was if I sat still, didn’t talk or laugh loudly.”
        My upbringing is the same. I think they just wanted “mobile decorative objects”. Yesterday I was remembering an occasion when my brother was visiting and his son was still a baby, my nephew was crying and my SIL couldn’t stop him crying. My sister took over and even then it took ages for the baby to stop crying. I realise now where they were wrong, they were just trying to get him to stop crying instead of comforting him. I’m sure that the baby sensed that, and that the only reason he eventually stopped is because he gave up.

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      • Hi Kara,
        My apologies for my late reply; My boyfriend’s mother passed away and we were with his family this past week and half.

        I think that is spot on ‘mobile decorating objects’. I can just remember all the times my mom would be so mad when I laughed (as it is a bit loud). Part of the no contact I had with her (naturally by going way to school and moving to another place) was to laugh with freedom. With no one telling me how to laugh. Laughing out loud is such a wonderful feeling and sound.

        That is so sad with what happened with your nephew. In some ways I think a baby can sense that. Comfort can feel different even to a baby who has only touch as a sense. To this day when I hug someone I can tell if it is a real hug or just a hug. When it is an insincere hug I can feel it for some reason. I can imagine that for a baby who hasn’t developed the other senses yet can feel the touch of comfort or a touch of ‘just stop’.

        xx
        T

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