Being raised by a malignant narcissist is a life of loneliness, isolation, confusion, and despair. You constantly question your own perceptions, and feel as if you live in a distorted reality, where the rules constantly change, and you’re always wrong. Growing up, I was always afraid, and constantly on edge, waiting for the next attack. I assumed everyone felt that way. I was always surprised when I observed the way other girls were treated by their moms. Why weren’t they afraid? Whatever the reason, it surely must be because something is wrong with me. It was my own fault – I was broken, and everyone could see it.
I’ve come a long way since then, but my journey is not over.
My hope is that this blog will enable us to share life experiences of what it means to be raised by a “MN.” If I can help you, then we can help each other heal.
Have you ever had to work with someone who reminds you of your NM mother? It happened to me and I had a visceral reaction to this person. I was afraid of her, even though she was horribly offensive, and everyone hated her. I kept telling myself that my feelings
