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?
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We find meaning in responsibility, not in pursuit of empty pleasures
My father’s narcissistic control left me resentful of all authority
Social media creates shallow ties at expense of deeper connections
Without meaning, most are blind to rot destroying their own lives
Lennon had ‘wrong ambitions,’ but became cultural icon anyway
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
If an election can destroy your life, your priorities are out of whack