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Confessions of an Ex-Narcissist


I understand narcissists. I used to be one.

It started during my teenage years, but thankfully, didn't last long. My parents both caused and screamed me out of narcissism. I wrote about it last year in my personal blog as a letter to my grandiosely narcissistic father and covertly narcissistic mother.




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Narcissistic Granny: Dancing the Granny Two-Step (Pt. 2 of 3)

Imagine to yourself the most judgmental person you know. Then double it. They live alone in the rarefied air atop their Ivory Tower of Holiness, staring down in righteous condemnation at those pathetic lifeforms below (i.e. the entire human race). No detail is too small nor insignificant to escape their withering, frigid disapproval.

Yep, that's my Grandma. But you've already met her in my article, Narcissistic Granny: It's a Multi-Generational "Thang."



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Self-Care: Essential After Narcissistic Abuse (Pt. 1 of 2)

On Valentine's Day we devote ourselves to those we love most — our husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends and yes, parents and children. But what about the one we neglect the most, berate the most and shame the most: ourselves. Surely, a little of that love should trickle down to us, too.

In The Screwtape Letters, the great C. S. Lewis wrote, "When they [humans] have really learned to love their neighbours as themselves, they will be allowed to love themselves as their neighbours.”

I suspect the majority of children from narcissistic and otherwise dysfunctional homes have perfected the art of loving and caring for our neighbors. But we haven't got the first clue on how to love and care for ourselves.


So this Valentine's Day, let's chat about self-care.

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False Guilt: #SorryNotSorry

Dear Parents, I'm sorry you can't accept me for who I am. You drove me away and now, you're missing out on a wonderful daughter and son-in-law.

Oh, you wanted a baby in 1980. You just didn't want me. You wouldn't have accepted any baby. For you cannot accept yourself. Because no one ever accepted you.

Through no fault of your own, you're both the Scapegoats of your families. It's a role you were assigned....