The first time anyone suggested to me that my father had been abusive to us, I was angry. I was about 26 or 27 when my youngest sister brought up the possibility that he hadn’t been the wonderful father I imagined. I was very angry with her and refused to even consider the idea.
It took me years to break through my denial about what our family had been like. It was difficult to give up my delusions about my father and look at the damage he had done to me.
The old cliche says that “hurt people hurt people.” By the time I realized what he had done to me, I was forced to face the fact that I was perilously close to becoming exactly what he was. Was I hurting people?
The narcissist who had spent my entire life shaping me taught me more than I realized. Could I turn into a malignant narcissist, too?

Libertarian freedom vs. conservative tradition leads to culture clash
Head and heart don’t agree about love, including Valentine’s Day
I’m the common denominator in all of my failed relationships
I’d be thrilled if Ron Paul were elected, but I won’t vote for him
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
Why do loving parents let schools teach kids to be conformists?
Legislator trying to legalize medical pot because of sister’s suffering
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?