Months ago, I went through the usual 'lightbulb moment' after realizing that my father has NPD. Actually, I posted about his behavior on a general family forum, and a person suggested I research NPD. I did, and it brought a lot of understanding and relief.
My father was the golden child of a narcissistic mother. The family had to appear perfect on the outside, but there was horrible abuse happening on the inside. My father, I believe, did try to stem the madness a little in his own parenting, but I'm sure he has the disorder himself and it must be very difficult.
He punished me every time it seemed to him I disrespected him (over tiny jokes at his expense). He read my diary and then gave me the silent treatment without explanation - I had to beg him to explain and then found out he was offended by something I wrote about his mother (I was 7, I think). My other grandmother told me she saw him spank me with a belt when I was 2, repeatedly, and I have foggy memories of that too (playing with him and refusing to play his way, being accused of being disrespectful and spanked) - when I asked him, he said his MIL was 'unstable'.
I recently found out my mother suffered a lot because he basically took me away from her - she was 'incompetent' and couldn't do anything right, so he fed me, bathed me, took me out, played with me.
Taking me to doctors and answering their questions directed at me every time I was sick, 'worrying' about my health and blaming me for doing it to him - I started hiding colds at a relatively early age. Talking to my teachers, ingratiating himself with them, praising me to them to embarrassing and sickening extents.
I rebelled relatively early, and our relationship has been ambivalent since my early teens. I got married (to a sane guy!) after my (sane!) mother died. And I left!
When we were living an hour away, I no longer existed. He didn't call, wouldn't visit.
Now we're back in my home city, and I'm 'on the radar' again. He has a new girlfriend who is his source of supply now. His thing is 'doing things for someone' (like he did for his mother) and getting attention that way. So he's doing insane things for her now - she's a grown woman who can drive, but he insists on driving her to some classes she's taking, waiting for her to finish, and taking her back home.
And he uses my apartment to wait. So he 'visits'. Our communication consists of me fending off his criticism. He criticizes our parenting, our furniture, my weight (which is healthy). I told him I was only interested in a relationship between two adults now, and I didn't want any more criticism. He said 'You'll always be my child'. I said 'I may be your child, but I'm an adult.'
He's been trying to control himself.
But I've only recently discovered things in me which I thought were my own authentic problems, but are in fact consequences of having a father with NPD.
Needing to 'succeed' and 'achieve' to prove I'm not a failure - he somehow still either diminishes or appropriates my every achievement. I'm always anxious about not doing something worthwhile right now, never enjoying any one moment. Biting my nails.
Thinking I'm cold, unemotional, insensitive, because I've always been repulsed by his and his family's sleazy professions of love - only a few days ago I was able to unblock myself and discover I indeed had normal, human emotions inside, normal love for my kids.
Suppressed anger - I was never, ever, ever allowed to be angry with him, even in private, he'd barge into my room and order me to stop making an angry face or banging my head against the wall.
Feeling unfeminine. I just saw my mother as weak and insignificant. I had PPD after my first daughter, and it made me realize I saw myself as unimportant and worthless now that I was a mother, because mothers don't matter.
Where do I go from here? How do I know what is authentically me and what is the consequence of him?
How do I eliminate the conditioning? Any exercises someone can recommend?
I've been feeling like a new person, capable of love and life, these past few days. I know I can get it right.
Therapy isn't really a option in my country. It's overcrowded and state-funded, and it's very difficult to get referred, and I'd feel guilty about it anyway. There are suicidal people on long waiting lists.
Any do-it-yourself stuff I can do to find my own true voice now?
My father was the golden child of a narcissistic mother. The family had to appear perfect on the outside, but there was horrible abuse happening on the inside. My father, I believe, did try to stem the madness a little in his own parenting, but I'm sure he has the disorder himself and it must be very difficult.
He punished me every time it seemed to him I disrespected him (over tiny jokes at his expense). He read my diary and then gave me the silent treatment without explanation - I had to beg him to explain and then found out he was offended by something I wrote about his mother (I was 7, I think). My other grandmother told me she saw him spank me with a belt when I was 2, repeatedly, and I have foggy memories of that too (playing with him and refusing to play his way, being accused of being disrespectful and spanked) - when I asked him, he said his MIL was 'unstable'.
I recently found out my mother suffered a lot because he basically took me away from her - she was 'incompetent' and couldn't do anything right, so he fed me, bathed me, took me out, played with me.
Taking me to doctors and answering their questions directed at me every time I was sick, 'worrying' about my health and blaming me for doing it to him - I started hiding colds at a relatively early age. Talking to my teachers, ingratiating himself with them, praising me to them to embarrassing and sickening extents.
I rebelled relatively early, and our relationship has been ambivalent since my early teens. I got married (to a sane guy!) after my (sane!) mother died. And I left!
When we were living an hour away, I no longer existed. He didn't call, wouldn't visit.
Now we're back in my home city, and I'm 'on the radar' again. He has a new girlfriend who is his source of supply now. His thing is 'doing things for someone' (like he did for his mother) and getting attention that way. So he's doing insane things for her now - she's a grown woman who can drive, but he insists on driving her to some classes she's taking, waiting for her to finish, and taking her back home.
And he uses my apartment to wait. So he 'visits'. Our communication consists of me fending off his criticism. He criticizes our parenting, our furniture, my weight (which is healthy). I told him I was only interested in a relationship between two adults now, and I didn't want any more criticism. He said 'You'll always be my child'. I said 'I may be your child, but I'm an adult.'
He's been trying to control himself.
But I've only recently discovered things in me which I thought were my own authentic problems, but are in fact consequences of having a father with NPD.
Needing to 'succeed' and 'achieve' to prove I'm not a failure - he somehow still either diminishes or appropriates my every achievement. I'm always anxious about not doing something worthwhile right now, never enjoying any one moment. Biting my nails.
Thinking I'm cold, unemotional, insensitive, because I've always been repulsed by his and his family's sleazy professions of love - only a few days ago I was able to unblock myself and discover I indeed had normal, human emotions inside, normal love for my kids.
Suppressed anger - I was never, ever, ever allowed to be angry with him, even in private, he'd barge into my room and order me to stop making an angry face or banging my head against the wall.
Feeling unfeminine. I just saw my mother as weak and insignificant. I had PPD after my first daughter, and it made me realize I saw myself as unimportant and worthless now that I was a mother, because mothers don't matter.
Where do I go from here? How do I know what is authentically me and what is the consequence of him?
How do I eliminate the conditioning? Any exercises someone can recommend?
I've been feeling like a new person, capable of love and life, these past few days. I know I can get it right.
Therapy isn't really a option in my country. It's overcrowded and state-funded, and it's very difficult to get referred, and I'd feel guilty about it anyway. There are suicidal people on long waiting lists.
Any do-it-yourself stuff I can do to find my own true voice now?