As I started coming to terms with the damage that my father’s narcissism had done to me, I also had to ask myself disturbing questions.
Had I become something like him? Had growing up with him taught me to be a narcissist? Was I going to become the abuser he had become?
Many people who are raised by narcissists turn into narcissistic abusers, too. I had to re-evaluate myself — my inner shame and some of my outer behaviors — in light of what I learned about him. These were not pleasant questions to ask myself.
This is the first installment of the thoughts I’m having as I finally write my book about having been raised by a narcissist. The YouTube site is here. (Please subscribe if you’d like to keep up with this project.) Or you can watch the embedded video below.

Life is like flying a plane as you assemble it from a box of parts
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
Collectivists think they’re doing us favors as they force herd to follow
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Idiotic idea of the year: Turn email over to the U.S. Postal Service
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
When times turn too dark in my life, I’m grateful for furry antidepressant
When it comes to politics and race, double standards are everywhere
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later