Waste

Waste your money and you’re only out of money, but waste your time and you’ve lost a part of your life. -Michael LeBoeuf

A friend of mine posted this as his status on Facebook.  In fact everyday he posts a quote. It is really nice to read them daily.

It got me thinking of N, of course.  I do think about the time lost with Ns and not spent with true friends or on my goals.  And there seems to be a dip right now in my life.  Like the focus I seem to have always had is fading.  And who knows what the cycles are in recovery as it is different for all of us.  This dip is concerning to me.

I am scared because I have managed to get Ns out of my life.  My N meter is very low.  The only contact I may have with Ns is through Facebook or e-mail.  And that I am happy to say is I have no real N contact.

So, what gives?  If I am not wasting my time on Ns what is my deal.

I am still wasting my time.  I have to focus on me and that is harder than focusing on them and all their messed-upness.  I have to focus on my healing.  And I am not doing it.  I don’t know how to find the true me.  The one that is not lost because I never really developed.  So, here is my chance to fully heal.  I accept all that is N in my life.  And now I have to find me.

I even did some web searches and that didn’t speak to me.  Dr. Karyl McBride’s book had a process and the process wasn’t really me (no pun intended).  I found her steps great for grieving and accepting the Ns in my life but the next part where I focus on finding myself, lost me.

If anyone has any advice or steps they have tried to finding themselves, I would love to hear it.  I am pretty much starting from a clean slate and anything would help.

xoxo

Can I still love her?

As Mother’s Day approaches in the USA, Dr. Karyl McBride, Ph.D. wrote an article regarding the Mother-Daughter connection.  I found comfort in parts of this article but also found myself questioning aspects of my own connection with my narcissistic mother.  Here is the link to the full article on Psychology Today.  I highlight parts of the article below along with my thoughts.  Whatever you are going through this Mother’s Day, I hope you find your own way.  Thank you to the mothers who are breaking the legacy everyday, you are my inspiration.

Mother’s Day is approaching and this time of year discussions about mothers explode, but of course the roaring voices describing maternal narcissism are hushed to the background. We hear the praise and celebrations about good mothering, but simultaneously the complete stillness and silence about inadequate mothering.

One of the things I often think about is how lucky I am not living in the United States during my recovery.  Most of my friends are mothers now and I would have to deal with many face to face discussions regarding this holiday.  Even with the distance, I get a fair share of the contact digitally but also dealing with my boyfriend, as he asked me last week to look for a gift for his mother (who, in my opinion, is N and has never shown me or anyone any love or warmth).  I feel like I am hushed during this time…a silence I put on myself but at the same time feel like it is this invisible mussel from society.

If adult children of narcissistic parents discuss their upbringing, they are usually met with disdain……If a narcissistic parent raised a daughter or son, it means that the parent was not capable of empathy and unconditional love. The issue lies in the disorder of the parent. It does not mean that the daughter or son is not capable of loving or that they don’t love that parent…..But, because the adult child is reacting to the lack of maternal love, they are seen as the one who does not love the parent. 

That is the irony we live in.  The narcissistic parent does not love us back.  My mother does not love me but if I don’t smile and sing her praises I am called often by my friends and family: a spoiled, selfish rotten brat (that is a real quote, btw).  And so, as a way to get through it I often have to lie and pretend…and sometimes that makes me more sick than anything my mother every said to me.  Living with this irony is an invisible prison that I can only see.

Can you imagine spending a lifetime of loving someone and trying to get their love back, and then being blamed for being the one who doesn’t love? We do call that projection. The narcissistic parent will make it about their kid not loving them.

Yeah.  What’s that expression?  Been there.  Done that.  She tells people I am the one that doesn’t call and I don’t care…I don’t care about them, our culture, our family.  I am heartless.  Sound familiar?  Play that broken record.

If you are trying to explain this to others, think of this quote from Victoria Secunda, author of When Madness Comes Home:

“Unless they’ve had firsthand, day to day experience with mental illness, it’s a conversation killer to say that you are a veteran of such devastation. Most people don’t really get it. Why should they? In general, the scant knowledge they do have is, at best, grotesquely distorted, at worst, just plain inaccurate.”

This is an interesting quote.  It made me really think.  I have, in brief, explained to some of my friends that I don’t have a good relationship with my mother.  I have never mentioned the illness outside of this blog and boyfriend until recently.  I had told my aunt about NPD a month ago.  She was understanding but I could tell by her reactions that it is not something easily understood.  And I think that is true.  It took me 30 years to identify what was happening, how can someone understand it with a standard definition.  All I hope for is that the people I tell trust me enough to know that I am doing a healthy thing for myself and that doing something healthy for yourself is the most important thing.  Maybe they don’t even need to know my mother has a mental illness…they just need to trust my decision…they need to trust me.

Because you see the disorder in the parent and you are reacting to it and working your own recovery, do you think that means you don’t love your parent? Or are you simply standing in your truth, accepting your reality, and working on your own mental health? 

The by-line to this article is: If mother can’t love, can you still love her?  And where I borrowed the title to this post.  And I have my answer to this question.  No.  I know that was my answer before I started my recovery.  

I do not love my mother.  It feels freeing to be able to write this down.  I do not love her.  When I think of love and when I have experienced love (of my friends, my boyfriend) it isn’t the same feeling when I think of my mother.  For me, love has no conditions, footnotes, asterisks or variations.  Love is love.   

The article says we are still capable of loving the parent even when love wasn’t returned back.  I question this everyday.  I think it is capable to love someone and they not love you back.  But that is not what my narcissistic mother did.  It wasn’t that she is just guilty of not loving me…she is guilty of taking, abusing me everyday of my childhood.  That is something very different to me.  Their abuse doesn’t stem from a lack of love…their abuse comes from a place of hatred.  You have to really hate to abuse someone everyday of their life.  You have to really hate to say mean things and manipulate them.  You have to really hate to hit and beat them.

How can I love her when she hated me?