I am the daughter of a mother diagnosed with NPD. I am in my 50s. She is nearly 80 and living in assisted living now for 1.5 years due to a fall. Without going in to all the details the result was that she could no longer live alone. I am an only child. She has been very hard on me all my life making it clear that it is not in my DNA to do anything right.
Somewhere along the way I realized that no matter how much I wanted it I did not have a mother that would give me her blessings, approval, be my best friend, allow me to say "I have the sweetest mom in the world". I also realized that NPD is essentially a mental illness and having grown up with this took a heavy toll on me.
That aside.. now I am devoted to taking care of her .. doing her shopping, taking her to doctors appointments, taking her out to eat or shop if she wants to. We try to make holidays nice and have her in our home in lieu of being with our grandchildren that live away.
She continues to get nastier and nastier with me. She also has begun asking me to leave when I go each week.
I am no longer being the drug that is needed. I don't dote, serve, cajole, beg, plead, apologize or any of that any more. I did it all my life and it was to no avail. When I am asked to leave I see goodbye and go immediately.
There is more information available now on NPD than I could find even a few years ago. It is so good that this is coming to light. There seem to be many of us in the baby boomer pool struggling with this. It's tough.
The only other person she treated the way she treats me was my father. He passed away a few years ago and it has become increasingly worse for me and will continue that way as far as I am counseled.
It's a rough road. important to realize that you cannot rationalize with an NPD. You cannot have a logical conversation with an illogical person. They deny everything and put everything on you. No matter how much you "steel" yourself against this it still hurts. The more she does not get a rise out of me the harder she tries and the rougher it gets.
She is well taken care of. I know it is important that I give great care to my own emotional and physical well being as this is aging me considerably :(
I don`t know what I feel at this point, pretty much just sad for what might have been. Having spent her life yearning for bigger, better, fancier, abusing and trampling on anyone who crossed her path she has no friends and, apart from me, she`s dying alone. I don`t think she`s ever been really happy.. Karma, some would say, but it`s just sad.
So you are not alone, my friend. Don't let your mother kill you. You will be dead and buried and she'll still be here, only missing you because she can no longer torment you.
Good luck to you.
Ahhh::chuckle:: my icon is a graphic I made from a photo I took of my male cat. He decided that my medittion cushion was perfect for a nap. Pippin is my best guru!
teachergear, you know you are not always wrong. We will never be able to prove to our NPD mom's that we are lovable, capable women and do hundreds of right and good things everyday. We can become the single most powerful authority about who we are by constantly reminding ourselves of who we really are, not get sucked in by our moms tape playing in our heads.
I have been made to feel my whole life that I should be taking care of my siblings; doing their homework, getting them out of trouble and being responsible for the poor choices they made.
I spent my growing up years wondering what I did wrong and why my sisters were so loved and I felt just tolerated. Took years of therapy to realize it wasn't me and it still isn't me!
I managed well with her manipulations and anger until the move was accomplished. I now feel stuck and quite stupid. I've used all the tools in my arsenal such as deflecting, walking away, leaving the house, refusing to take cash or gifts when offered (we all know strings are attached) etc which worked quite well when I had my own home. We also know that there is never enough attention in the world for an NPD. Any attention, good or bad is what they feed on. I even recognize when she is angling to set me up to appear foolish, incompetent, crazy or wrong. I've been her primary source for socialization, shopping trips etc. She now is rejecting most of it. Making ridiculous demands is her latest tool. Last evening it was a request to wash the throw away cartons from the take out dinner before tossing them into the trash. That's something she has never, ever done with trash. I thought take out would be a treat but I wound up being dessert and to top it off, I've been disowned and told to leave her house. Looks like I will need to call around and bring in professionals. I don't enjoy throwing in the towel, but I can not see staying around to see what new trick is in her bag of goodies. BTW, she is 88 and I am 65. She has driven off all her friends. Thanks for listening.
There are so many hurts from this woman and consequently, from my dad, who looked the other way, who could see it and did nothing or tried to tell me that I was too 'sensitive', that if I dwelled on it, the emotional pain would just be too much. When my precious grandmother died, they took her to the hospital the night before and my sisters both knew too (they are nurses and I am not, so my parents tried to use that 'logic' to explain why they called them and not me). I got the call the next morning and by then she was on so much morphine that the hours when I could be there with her knowing it were gone. (I do think she knew, however, because I stayed 20 hours and she died fifteen minutes after I left). My dad told me that week not to 'grieve in front of your mother because it hurts her feelings'. Later, he also called me to meet with him and told him that my grandmother wanted me to have her diamond ring, but she didn't write it down because she didn't want to hurt anybody else's feelings. He told me he was giving it to my mother and 'when we die there will be enough jewelry to go around'. I couldn't believe he would tell me and then not honor her wishes. Yes, she should have written it down and didn't. I told my sisters then and they both thought I should have it. Now, 20 years later my mother has told them both that EACH of them are getting it and told one that "I want anybody to have it but ___ (me)". My parents have money so both sisters and both brothers seem ok with whatever they have to do, which includes siding against me, to appease my parents. I find it disgusting and won't suck up. Any time I have stood up for myself, put boundaries that need to be there up, etc. I have been threatened with being written out of the will. My mother's abuse is something I am supposed to just take and say "that's just the way she is". Well, it is, but I am having no part of it.
My parents are 77 and 81 now. My brother who is their executor called me recently because last year - LAST YEAR - I stopped my mother from rampantly gossiping about another family member. I know she things so little of me that there is no reason I would spend ten seconds listening to her rants. She uses me if she can't get ahold of anybody else and then backstabs me. She hung up twice when I tried to tell her to stop so I ended up putting it into a firm but not disrespectful email. My dad later called to ask me to apologize. I am sure she was chewing his leg right off day and night and he just wanted it to stop. He couldn't tell me what I had said that showed a lack of respect so I told him 'no'. For a year she has been sending me horrible, attacking letters and I have heard from my brother that I need to call them because they are getting 'old and you never know what will happen'. Then he got to the money part and told me that my mother wants to write me out of the will and my dad isn't sure! He said if that happened he wouldn't know what to do! I told him that if I were him I would 'do the right thing' and leave it at that. I am just done.
My husband and I are fine for the future. It would hurt to be left out but I have been ready for that all my life I think. If I somehow had to take care of my parents I would. But I wouldn't let them get to me. Safe and dry. That's it. I still feel something for my dad but I am beyond hurt that he never stood up for or protected me. I don't think I feel anything for my mother anymore. Not anger. Not love. Nothing. As for my siblings, my parents have always been good at 'divide and conquer'. They profess to be Christians. All of them. I am not the person who can judge them. I just don't want anything else to do with them for the most part.