Narcissistic Parents Target This Child

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Then one becomes the black sheep or scapegoat of the family and is gaslighted if does not go along with the program!

grandremnant
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Dare be the truthteller in a narcissistic family and you’ll pay with your life and soul.

priscilalondon
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HAVING A NARC PARENT IS LIKE A HORROR MOVIE

lucillekluivert
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Strong willed child here! I never went along with my mother's program. She has a black belt in gaslighting and guilting. Everyone here, stay strong willed! :)

Facebodyfx
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I was that scapegoat and everyone went after me and it was like I felt that I didn’t belong in the family at all.

mariobryant
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Yes. My mother was a narcissist. She popped out kids to keep my dad. Yet, she hated her female children with a passion.

Janeintheok
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Something I spent most of my childhood and adolescence trying to figure out. They see the light in you... And they need to crush it...it makes them feel small

shanineedwards
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She could never manipulate me so she did what she could next... Destroy...

shanineedwards
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I was a nice little empath child who was manipulated then I learned how to give them a hard time. I’m multi- faceted. 😂👍🏼👍🏼

christinalw
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My mom was a narc & a “religious” one at that (one of the worse kinds of Bible thumpers) she said she beat me because I was “rebellious.”
Now I know it was I resisted being destroyed by her. No worries, I came out on top of the family heap!

dwlsn
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I was that child. My grandma defended me until her death. After that all hands on deck.

lauragadille
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I was and still am THAT child. I started standing up to that monster when I was in first grade and I never lost my resolve. I'm now 44 and I finally threw in the towel and walked away. It's been a long and tiring war. I just couldn't give up on my Mom, and I nearly destroyed myself before I finally got it. Sometimes things are beyond fixing.

teddlyt
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I was the scapegoat; independent and could not be manipulated. My golden child brother was much weaker, he's now an alcoholic who lives off her. I'd say she got exactly what she wanted. I went no-contact a year ago; let the drunk take care of her lol.

daynapeterson
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My mom used to hit me for being strong willed. Everyone in my life tries to break me of it. I just keep coming back stronger when they crack me, but never break me. I fill those cracks in with carbon steel baby.

Bulmachan
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As a child I was terrified of my Dad. But when I became a adult I spoke up for myself and told him " Back off now!!"

susankelley
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Excellent point! The strong-willed child will fight them, and help them create drama...it’s a loosh-harvest! An easily-manipulated person will be their servants, and make sure their lifestyle is easier, but the stubborn child is their loosh-fest!!!

margaretcullagh
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I was the cooperative child… the “oh she’s no problem” “sweet child” all that… until I started confronting abuse in our family… both my parents are Narcs… at first it was just him but my mother’s weakness for her man after a while turned her into one especially towards me. I’ve become the problem starter.. the “negative one” because I call out the bs in the family… it sucks to be the one but clearly God had chosen me. Pray for me

tiffannyhall
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Both my parents were narcissists. When I confronted them with their disrespect and absolute selfishness, it was the last time I heard from them. 1 has passed and the other is still a victim.

johngaulding
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My narcissistic paternal grandmother labeled me as "peculiar" from infancy and refused to babysit me, then wrote the SCAPEGOAT script that my family followed to this day and took me 40+ years to figure out. It's as painful as it is liberating to finally fully understand this. But being gaslit for a lifetime means I'll likely be healing from this as long as I'm still breathing.

DragonflyDivaMuse
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My Dad was my protector! He told me I was born with my own mind and my mother and her mother tried to mold me in their ideal of what I was supposed to be! I refused even as a child to play their game. My Dad was always there for me. He loved me, the rest of the family not so much…

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