Hello Narcissist. Goodbye Normalcy.

When did it happen? When did life flip upside-down? When did normalcy flee? When was my last day as a normal human being? Ah, common sense, alas, I never knew thee.

Luckily, "normal" is my husband's middle name. By marrying him, I finally got to live like everyone else. What a shock! A pleasant shock. A wonderful shock! What I'd always wanted.

An example, you say? Oh, okay. Here's a classic example of what I'm...


Dude! I’m Your Daughter, Not Your Wife!

Cringe-worthy. Kinda weird. Definitely uncomfortable. But also, flattering. My emotions ran this gamut every Tuesday and Sunday evening, the times Dad demanded I schedule to be spent, alone, with him. Playing music together. Gossiping about his wife/my mother to me. Pawing, I mean, patting me.

On the one hand, I was flattered (and guilty!) that he seemed to like me better than my mother, his wife of thirty years. We bonded over the pain and frustration her paranoia, her menopausal idiosyncrasies and her über-control caused us. Triangulation at its finest! (Look it up!)

On the other hand, I never felt comfortable around the man. His rages terrified me. His depressions worried me. His  teasing wounded me. His hands hurt me. And the way his eyes constantly followed me freaked me out.


When a Narcissist “Gets Religion,” You Get Screwed!

Beware the religious narcissist. They speak with the omniscient voice of God. Wield the sword of His judgment. Brandish the rod of His power. They wear the mantle of His righteousness. They goin' straight to Heaven, baby. And you, you back-slidden heathen? Well, you ain't!

Exploitation of Holy Scripture is at its finest when you give a narcissist a Bible. In fact, all cult leaders have narcissistic tendencies. You can take it to the bank!


I’m Just Teasing! You’re Too Sensitive. Toughen up!

Narcissists have mean, nasty tongues. Duh! Unfortunately, the social convention of "niceness" puts a cramp in their style. Plan B: Couch the meanness in humor. It's called teasing. Now they can be as mean as they want, with plausible deniability. They ain't dun nuthin'. You're just too sensitive.

As far back as I can remember, Dad teased me. Constantly. Mom put it down to his whole family being "smart lips."
But this wasn't ordinary, ridiculous teasing. This wasn't calling me "Thou pribbling pottle-deep skainsmate!" or "Thou qualling ill-breeded popinjay!" Ah, Shakespeare knew how to do insults the right way!
No, these teases always contained a kernel of truth. As the custodian of my character, Dad believed it was his God-given right to point out my many flaws. And as the obedient child, it was incumbent on me to be humble and open to his criticisms. That's what made his teasing so painful. It also denied me any grounds for lodging a valid complaint.

Here's just one little example. No matter what time I got up in the morning, I got teased. Getting up early was met with a sarcastic, "Well! To what do we deserve this honor!?!" Getting up late was met with, "Well, look who's up! Good morning, or should I say, 'Good Afternoon'? Hahahahaha!"

I know, I know. It doesn't sound mean. That Lenora girl must be too darn sensitive, right? Ah, but you don't know the backstory. There's always a backstory, isn't there?


Why Can’t I Cry? The Importance of Self-Compassion

I've got the leakiest tear ducts on the planets. Seems like I'm always sniffling about this or weeping about that. If it's not adorable videos of babies making my eyes well up, it's videos of ecstatic dogs welcoming their master home from serving overseas. Any sentimental YouTube video can get me hullabalooing into my hankie in no time. It came as quite a shock to my husband when we married in 2012. Now he thinks I'm both hysterical funny and extremely soft-hearted.

There's only one scenario where my tear ducts dry up. My own pain. I simply cannot cry for myself. Tried it. Made all the right noises. Huffed and puffed. Nothin'. Eyes remained dry as a bone.

And it's a huge problem. Tears aren't just salty water. Their chemical compositions vary depending on the emotion that stimulated them. Even their structure when seen under a microscope is vastly different depending on the scenario. Personally, I can feel my heart aching behind my eyes. It's a kind of burning, kind of pressurized sensation behind my eyeballs. Only tears release the pain in both my eyes and my heart. It feels like tears purge the toxic chemicals in the tears, but perhaps I'm just being fanciful.

Which brings us back to the original problem. I can't cry. And too often my original pain becomes translated into the secondary emotion of anger.


You’re SO Emotional!

If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "Lenora, you're SO emotional," I'd be a rich woman today. Were you subjected to this denigration too? Does it ring any bells? If Grandsire Triples are going off in your bell tower, my sympathies. Let's explore this phenomenon together, shall we?

First, the hard truth. At times all humans are overly emotional. We are human and therefore at times we are indeed too emotional. What can I say? Sh*t happens.

But that's not what this article is about. It's about situations where we felt valid emotions, strong emotions, appropriate emotions.  Situations where other people impatiently shamed us not only for feeling these emotions but also angrily shamed us for daring to express them. The legacy and ramifications of this shame is with us still today.

False Guilt

Denial, Denial, Denial: The Bane of My Existence

I'm never alone. Denial is my constant companion. She wakes me in the morning, stays close by my side all the day and sings me to sleep at night. I'm never free of her. Never alone. Never totally at peace.

Did you ever watch Frank Capra's masterpiece It Happened One Night starring Clark Gable and the equally gorgeous Claudette Colbert. Remember that iconic "piggybacking" scene? Well, Claudette called it piggybacking, although I suppose technically speaking it wasn't really piggybacking.


What Is A Narcissist?

I'm going to say something very weird, very off-putting. So stick with me here.

Narcissists are incredibly logical, yes logical, in a twisted kind of a way.

They all think, more or less, in the same illogically logical ways. That's why they're so easy to identify and so easy to understand.

False Guilt

Introducing “Narcissism Meets Normalcy”: Let the Healing Begin

Life not working for ya? You may have been raised by narcissists.

Hey! Thanks for dropping by! Welcome to "Narcissism Meets Normalcy."

My name is Lenora Thompson and I was raised by narcissists...the engulfing kind. They engulfed, smothered, helicoptered, punished, shamed, controlled, brainwashed, criticized, second-guessed, imprisoned and otherwise nearly ruined my life for thirty-one years.

And I'm not the only one! If you too were...