Hi,
My name is Shelby Thorn. I am still getting used to the tricks and quirks of this forum and website itself. I am here because last night I came very close to doing the unthinkable. Something inside me told me to grab the laptop and google abusive mothers. I landed here, not even knowing what a Narcissist was! I proceeded to read, and at first was thinking I was way off track. That I was in denial about how terrible a person I am and that I needed to stop this nonsense. But something caught my eye and I become so engrossed in what I found I couldn't tear myself away from the screen. The traits of a Narcissist were listed and I was shocked that my mother fit most, if not all those traits. WHAT!? Pretty soon I found myself wanting to know more and to talk to people here. I registered but to my excruciating dismay I needed to be approved. So I read, I read everything I could on this sight deep into the night. My mind reeling. But a certain freedom had begun to spring forth. A river of release, of all the toxic, terrible, nasty things I felt about myself. Although I still need to work on my self-worth, I assure I can now pinpoint why I have felt this way for the last 40 years. You see, yesterday afternoon I asked God to show me, please of please God pin it down with a name if it is her. If it is me, I must know, I just have to. I need revelation like no other time in my life. Mom and I had one of the biggest blowouts in history yesterday. It was bad.
She moved here where I live almost 6 months ago, and it has steadily been getting worse and worse. I was bearable when she lived 2 hours away, and that is why I moved here 6 years ago. As all this has come to a head I have learned something so wonderful I could shout on top of every rooftop and dance on every street in the rain screaming "FREEDOM"!!! I have learned that IT'S NOT ME!!!!! I didn't do this. I am not worthless and disgusting and certainly not better off dead!!! In my mind, as I am dancing, wet hair flying in my face, joy filling my heart, I came to a screeching halt. My celebration was suddenly over. The shocking realization hit me and my gut instantly began to hurt. I want to throw up. Now I must face two realities. One: My mother is not capable of ever loving me or feeling empathy for me, ever! I did not know my father as a child and still really don't, but now, I am losing a mother who was all I had left. My grandfather (father figure) left me in 2003. I am alone in this besides my brother who stands by the best he can through his terrible divorce from his own narcissistic and Psycotic wife.
As I came to this realization, it was all I could take. I finally went to bed and tossed and turned and had nightmares all night. When I finally woke a few hours later I was exhausted in all ways. I dragged my sorry behind out of bed and got my coffee from my loving and supportive husband to sit and think. And then.....BAM!!! Another very real and horrible thought came to mind. Since I know about all this stuff, things are going to be much, much different. That means, the ultimate blowout with her has yet to come. She will catch on very quickly to what I am doing and this is going to be the fight for my life. Anything else I have done was only in preparation for this massive war that is inevitable. OH God, Lord God, if I have ever needed your strength, your words and your wisdom, bring it swiftly now. I have spent my day working all these things out, discussing with my husband the prospect of moving. Talking with my brother about what comes next. Talking with my best friend....
I have decided to fight the good fight. I have decided, now that I know I am a healthy loving and lovable woman that I am going to fight for my own 3 young boys so that we may all live. And really live life, with love, and empathy, and all those feelings I was never allowed to feel for anyone but her. I have to, I just have to! It's a final choice to challange the demon in my past and the monster is has grown to be.
I am happy to be here. Thank you for immersing yourself into the beginnings of my painful journey back to myself.
My name is Shelby Thorn. I am still getting used to the tricks and quirks of this forum and website itself. I am here because last night I came very close to doing the unthinkable. Something inside me told me to grab the laptop and google abusive mothers. I landed here, not even knowing what a Narcissist was! I proceeded to read, and at first was thinking I was way off track. That I was in denial about how terrible a person I am and that I needed to stop this nonsense. But something caught my eye and I become so engrossed in what I found I couldn't tear myself away from the screen. The traits of a Narcissist were listed and I was shocked that my mother fit most, if not all those traits. WHAT!? Pretty soon I found myself wanting to know more and to talk to people here. I registered but to my excruciating dismay I needed to be approved. So I read, I read everything I could on this sight deep into the night. My mind reeling. But a certain freedom had begun to spring forth. A river of release, of all the toxic, terrible, nasty things I felt about myself. Although I still need to work on my self-worth, I assure I can now pinpoint why I have felt this way for the last 40 years. You see, yesterday afternoon I asked God to show me, please of please God pin it down with a name if it is her. If it is me, I must know, I just have to. I need revelation like no other time in my life. Mom and I had one of the biggest blowouts in history yesterday. It was bad.
She moved here where I live almost 6 months ago, and it has steadily been getting worse and worse. I was bearable when she lived 2 hours away, and that is why I moved here 6 years ago. As all this has come to a head I have learned something so wonderful I could shout on top of every rooftop and dance on every street in the rain screaming "FREEDOM"!!! I have learned that IT'S NOT ME!!!!! I didn't do this. I am not worthless and disgusting and certainly not better off dead!!! In my mind, as I am dancing, wet hair flying in my face, joy filling my heart, I came to a screeching halt. My celebration was suddenly over. The shocking realization hit me and my gut instantly began to hurt. I want to throw up. Now I must face two realities. One: My mother is not capable of ever loving me or feeling empathy for me, ever! I did not know my father as a child and still really don't, but now, I am losing a mother who was all I had left. My grandfather (father figure) left me in 2003. I am alone in this besides my brother who stands by the best he can through his terrible divorce from his own narcissistic and Psycotic wife.
As I came to this realization, it was all I could take. I finally went to bed and tossed and turned and had nightmares all night. When I finally woke a few hours later I was exhausted in all ways. I dragged my sorry behind out of bed and got my coffee from my loving and supportive husband to sit and think. And then.....BAM!!! Another very real and horrible thought came to mind. Since I know about all this stuff, things are going to be much, much different. That means, the ultimate blowout with her has yet to come. She will catch on very quickly to what I am doing and this is going to be the fight for my life. Anything else I have done was only in preparation for this massive war that is inevitable. OH God, Lord God, if I have ever needed your strength, your words and your wisdom, bring it swiftly now. I have spent my day working all these things out, discussing with my husband the prospect of moving. Talking with my brother about what comes next. Talking with my best friend....
I have decided to fight the good fight. I have decided, now that I know I am a healthy loving and lovable woman that I am going to fight for my own 3 young boys so that we may all live. And really live life, with love, and empathy, and all those feelings I was never allowed to feel for anyone but her. I have to, I just have to! It's a final choice to challange the demon in my past and the monster is has grown to be.
I am happy to be here. Thank you for immersing yourself into the beginnings of my painful journey back to myself.