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?

I’ve struggled to finally believe there’s more than one ‘right way’
Why do so many find it funny to embarrass the people they love?
If Court reverses Roe v. Wade, we’re facing a social tsunami
NOTEBOOK: Are Romney, Obama running for president or king?
Why fixate on nationality, religion and ethnicity of some mass killers?
My need to rescue my child self fuels my urge to rescue animals
Find the partner who needs you; don’t be someone’s backup plan