My mother was a narcissist all my life. I was never good enough. I was abused both mentally and physically. When I turned sixteen, she held over my head until I turned eighteen that I had to move out when I turned eighteen. Two weeks before my birthday, she reminded me of my moveout date, so I made a frantic look for a place to live. I move out on my birthday. Two months later I ran in to my mother at a store, and she asked me why I moved out. I told her, and her reply was, “I just wanted you to ask me to stay.” I didn’t talk to here for several years, until I got married and wanted my dad to give me away. Things had changed a bit, and we were amicable. Then my dad died two years after my wedding. I was crushed. For some reason, my mom didn’t seem affected by it at all. She just expected us kids to do all the things dad did for her. She was 50 years old! Why should we have to do her bidding? I sure wasn’t going to. After that I stopped calling and doing things for her. We did birthdays and Christmas, and “why don’t you call me!” Was her thing. She’d even play the game of “Did you just call me?” I’d say no.. then she say, “Well you should have!” Guilt trip after guilt trip. Well she got to be 80 and started falling once in awhile. Last Spring, she started falling at least once a month. Us kids started asking her about assisted living, or moving to a retirement home. No way she says. Well her fallings starts getting more often and one day she ends up with 15 stitches in her head. She then agrees to the retirement home. We get her all situated, but all she does is complain about it. Like she did with her house being too much to upkeep. She’s just not happy wherever she’s at. When she moved into the apt, I kept close tabs on her. Going over there at least once a week, and calling everyday. Last month I called and she didn’t pick up. I rushed over there, and sure enough, she had fallen and had been on the floor for 18 hours. We got her to the hospital to have her checked out, and I had to leave so my brother came to take her home. He helped her out of the car and one step out, she slipped and fell and broke her leg. Back to the hospital. She had surgery the next morning. Because of her being on the floor for so long, and the pain of the leg and not wanting to get up because of it, she developed pneumonia, and complications. She died 12 days later. I love my mom, because I love all people, and I don’t wish anyone ill will. My problem is this. I don’t know how to forgive her. It eats me up, more each day. I hate it. I’ve gone to counselor after counselor, looking for help, and I get nothing, but guilt. Maybe you have an answer I haven’t heard of yet. Thanks in advance.
Listen to me: YOU DID NOT CAUSE HER PAIN OR HER GRIEF OR HER ILLNESSES. You are innocent. My advice is to find a therapist - keep trying. A good one is hard to find. You also might want to pick up a book - I found this one helpful: The Narcissist Family Diagnosis and Treatment by Stephanie Donaldson-Pressman and Robert M. Pressman.
Here's a quote: "..needs of the parent... take precedence over needs of the children" - you know that already - but here's another bit: "..over time children learn that their feelings are of little or of negative value....they feel responsible.. to.. correct the situation... they fail to learn how to know what they feel.."
I hope I am not overstepping - and obviously I can't really know how to help. My instinct tells me that it is not your mother you need to forgive - at least not yet - it is yourself. That is what narcissistic parents do unwittingly to their children - they make us feel responsible for their pain. We are not. We were but innocent children.
Hope this helps. Hang in there, you are not alone. I feel for you.
When I read your exchange, it seemed to shoot right at my current Therapy Crux: Do I apply Mindfulness to get through this rough patch, or do I yield to my never-ending, tortured (sorry to sound so dramatic) knots of existence. Money wise and on the stage of life, Mindfulness always works. But I literally am sick and nauseous working through the latest knots, which are like those unwanted weeds with a lifeforce that won’t die, won’t resolve. I think the psychologists call it “introjection.” I experience it as cataclysmic plate tectonics that pull me, helplessly, into “complicated grief” and bottomless sorrow, wrestling with ghosts.
For decades, I worked so very hard to detach, to distance myself, to do boundaries, to be “Distance Caregiver.” It’s not working right now. It worked in the past. Lately, it feels hollow and I’m resenting not being able to call it simply “burnout.” Recognizing burnout doesn’t help one bit.
I appreciate how Barb and Golden seemed to agree that semantics and cultural norms about forgiveness masked the depth that each of you have really gone through. Forgiveness seems to be a living baby whose separate existence is always a surprise.
I definitely use Mindfulness techniques (and rubber band out the negatives) as my daily tool. But can any of you relate to the sense that Mindfulness tools are useless, in the face of cataclysmic reaches from the grave of my tortured mother, the living death/slow declines of my loved ones, realizing the depths of love cannot be resolved? Wishing I didn’t have to respond to the lovely words and heart warmths you left this a.m. …
I watched one sister completely let go of the past and watched her love and serve her father when he could no longer walk and had dementia.
The other sister harbored ill will and couldn't get past her childhood, or do anything at all to help.
The ill-will sister lives in the past constantly...she can't see her life or what's happening around her. She brings up her father like it happened yesterday and tells everyone she's a victim. There is no good there, at all. She's stuck. She's in a cycle of negativity...her heart is shut-down and no one can't reach her. It affects her family, friends, her husband and her children.
I asked her sister how she can be so loving after the horrible childhood...paraphrasing what I can from her responses:
'I love him, he's my father. Intellectually, I know he did the best he could...he also had a horrible childhood and didn't know how to stop the cycle, yet I did!...that understanding helps me to let go.'
'The past is the past, and there's nothing I can do about that now...I wouldn't be the person I am without the teacher my father was...I am not condoning his behavior at all, yet he showed how NOT to be, how NOT to act...I have this wonderful life that I created now! I only feel grateful for everything, even the shitty parts! It made me a better person...'
Where you always like this?
'I worked on this after I moved out of his house, it wasn't overnight...I just didn't want to feel that way...I wanted to work on it...'
Do you forgive him?
'Yes, I have now. I let go and gave it over. It was a process though...I did some writing (and then burned it) and started a walking practice to help process it (sometimes I would break down and cry--and then went on with the day)...I read books from the library about forgiveness, healing, etc...Most of all, I saw how my sister was, stuck. I didn't want that. I feel to live free and in the present moment...'
'I have detachment with compassion for him now, as I would for anyone who was alone and in pain like that...I stay in the present moment because I realize that's really all we have, the past is done and I know I will not have to experience that again, not from anyone.'
'I made a choice to let it go and move on to the next chapter of my life. It doesn't have any power over me anymore...'
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So what do I think? That it's a choice to heal from our experiences. And if you choose to do so, do it in any way you see fit.
I hope you receive some benefit from reading this...
All the best to you, and your healing~
She is who she was. Nothing would have changed that.
To forgive her and realize that that was her personality will release you from her.
If you just accept that this was the way she was and probably the way she always had been it might be easier for you to forgive her.
Think about what she did do for you, probably unintentionally ...
She raised a stronger woman than she was.
She raised a more independent woman than she was.
She raised a woman that would mature the way she never did.
These are things that she probably envied in you and that probably bothered her more than you realize. And that may have been one of the reasons she acted the way she did.
So thank her for your independence and strength this will enable you to forgive her
You are looking for an answer to magically change the way you feel, and I wish that was possible. Truth is, that answer is within you and only you.
Once, I spoke with a priest (I’m catholic) and told him there was something I had confessed -several times actually-, but I kept feeling as if it was still a huge burden in my conscience, therefore I kept confessing it! (confession for us Catholics consists in talking to a priest and telling him about our sins as a mean to obtain forgiveness..somewhat like a cleansing :) So, he told me this, which is so simple, yet so true:
“Then, it’s not God who needs to forgive you because He did the first time around, and He knows your heart. It is YOU who needs to forgive yourself”.
Those words were the biggest enlightenment for me. And I think my dear fellow victim of narcissism, that who you need to forgive is also yourself more so than your mom. Because the core reason why you can’t get over this is called GUILT.
I’ll also share something else that has helped me. As I’m caregiving for my mom, I often think that because I know myself, when she one day is not with me, I’ll feel SO guilty that I’ll even feel as if I killed her!...seriously, my guilt is that bad, but why is it that bad? Because my mom isn’t shy to remind me almost every day that she is in this stage of decrepitude because of all she has suffered for me...My brain and my heart have this encryption: I am the reason of my mom’s suffering and the cause. of her current state. Imagine that heavy weight in a heart!
Well, one day I was cooking and thinking about that, and a thought came to me: Yes, it is true, you’ve made mistakes in life. Yes, it is true that you have not always been the daughter you should have been (I lived overseas away from my mom after she got severely ill. She lived by herself); BUT, looking inside my conscience, realistically, aside from any opinion of her and even my own opinions....I AM DOING AS MUCH AS I CAN. THE BEST I CAN. That is true.
Trust me, that simple thought gave me peace. Why? Because it came from the most honest place within myself. I Know for a fact, realistically, I’m doing a lot for my mom, I love her, I care about her. I’m not perfect but I am trying by best.
Although you might immediately say to yourself: “But I didn’t do my best!! I should have done more!!!”...well, then take a seat, read your post. Read it calmly. This is only an small window you have opened to us of what you did for your mother and what your family life was.
YOU checked on her every week,
YOU called everyday,
YOU made sure she was in a safe place,
YOU found her when she fell down. YOU LOVED her, was it perfect love? No.
But trust me, it has much more merit to love and have loving actions towards someone that hurt us than to love a “normal” parent.
FORGIVE YOURSELF!!
LOVE YOURSELF!!
AND,
CARE ABOUT YOURSELF AS MUHC AS YOU DID ABOUT YOUR MOM 💕
As of your mom, you know this is true: She did what she knew to do. She couldn’t do anything differently because she simply didn’t know what or how. A personality (specially an ill one) is like our skin, we really cannot change the core of it..specially when we don’t realize we should try!
Yet, I truly believe that once you forgive yourself, you’ll have forgiven your mom too...
God bless!
I brought my mom across the country to live in hospice care w me bc my dad couldn’t take care of her at 84. She had lung cancer for 5 years and several chemo treatments, it spread to her liver and spleen and treatment was no longer an option. She was falling 1-2 times a day and thank God never got tragically injured. My siblings were too busy and wouldn’t do anything to help but they thought her coming to live w me was good. My brother wanted her in a home but they had no insurance, no money and no end of life plans. My mom refused a nursing home. One sister lived close to dad and was upset w him for childhood issues and wrote him off. The other two were also out of state but closer to him than I was and they also write him off. None of them visited my mom while she was with me and within 6 weeks she passed. My brother doesn’t work and has grown children and a lot of money (the wife works) and still couldn’t come. They were outraged and blamed me for “stealing” her away and causing it by putting her in hospice care! No one showed for the funeral or her last days of active dying. My dad came on his own despite the fact that he shouldn’t have been alone. None of her children came for funeral services. They didn’t speak to me after that.
When my dad got to weak to be alone it took several weeks of contacting them before they would speak to me for my dad. We agreed on some arrangements but they wanted him to be a ward of the state they didn’t want to do anything. I was reeling over the effects of my mom and with my own family couldn’t take my dad in. They dropped the ball on a number of things and there was only so much I could do alone and from a distance. For my own sanity I had to detach. I got him settled in a home he could pay for and had to let the rest go. I told them I could not do it alone any longer. All I got back was hate and accusations about killing my mom, stealing and keeping her from everyone. I wasn’t going to set myself up again with them and my own family was suffering bc this was such a drain on us. I loved my dad and was shocked that they were so cold. But I shouldn’t have been I guess I wished they learned something from what happened w my mom that we could do it different this time. Anyways, I had to let it go and in so doing changed my number although my husband kept his number and they could reach me through other relatives, email, US Post. Well turns out that 6 months later I got a letter from his union that he passed, 5 months previous. My siblings knew and didn’t bother to notify me. I tried contacted them numerous times to no avail. As far as a I know there was no service and I have no idea what happed to his remains. When we buried my mom we bought a space next to her for my dad. I left messages for my siblings about this but got no response. I have beat myself up over this and strive to forgive them to help me find peace but I haven’t been able to. The best advice I have found it is here as well is to stop dwelling on it. When I stopped dwelling on it is when I found peace. That didn’t happen in a day, it was over months. I used to think that dwelling on it made my hurt valid and my love for my dad more meaningful but it only robbed me of my peace for the day. This was a hard place for me to get to and I realized I had to forgive myself for my choice to choose my husband and children over that mess last year. I feel like an orphan in that my siblings and parents are out of my life but every day I have to choose the present and not the past so I seek to give up striving for something that isn’t there today.
Sorry to learn of the emotional pain your mother caused you, and that the mother you loved has passed. One of my siblings is a narcissist, so I totally relate what you experienced with your mother.
On now to your question of forgiveness: You were an awesome daughter to endure the emotional battering for your mothers sake, which is a sign of forgiveness in itself. So, is it really about forgiveness, or are you feeling the anguish of guilt feelings? Or, are you feeling the pain of 'thinking' you have not forgiven her, but really have?
The next time you're overwhelmed by the emotional aftermath, sit down and search your heart to determine the source of the emotions. You may discover you already have forgiven your mom, but are confusing that with forgiving yourself of the guilt feelings. So which emotion is it? Guilt, or the need to forgive? Maybe a combination of the two?
If you have already forgiven your mother:
But, if you didn't have the opportunity to tell her, and to ask her to also forgive you, then it may be a step you need to accomplish. Although she is no longer in our realm, you can still accomplish that. I don't know your faith, but if you believe you're a created being, then ask our Creator to let your mother know you forgive her, and that you love her - regardless of the emotional pain caused by her emotional challenges. You should feel better after releasing your message to our Creator to deliver for you. Then you need to also address if you have forgiven yourself, which moves us on to addressing guilt.
If you're experiencing guilt:
Guilt would be a normal emotion to experience given the emotional pain the narcissist places upon a person. You may have gotten over that type of guilt - it's false guilt based on her accusations, not based on an actual failure of your doing. Guilt is also a normal part of grieving. It's the questions that run through our head like, "If only I had done this or that, instead of this." Or, "If only she really knew I loved her!" Or it could be dozens of other questions in your head. Search your heart and see if you can determine what exactly is causing you to experience guilt, and move through those one by one.
CELEBRATE YOUR NEW LIFE!
In that you are not willing to wish ill upon anyone, you're already off to a great start to forgive your mother and yourself, and to move on in your life. Now is the time for you to CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE! Not that you're happy that your mother has passed, but now you no longer have the battering from her in the background. The more you celebrate your new life, the more you can 'thank' your mother for all the good that she did, and move past your guilt.
God bless you!
One word that hasn't come up in this discussion is the verb "excuse" (unless I missed it somewhere along the line). Forgiving and excusing are completely different things. If someone has wronged me, I believe I should be willing to forgive the person, but excusing the act or behavior is another matter--that is, if the act was done due to malice or gross stupidity then there is no value in pretending the perpetrator didn't have a choice in the matter. Mass shootings are in the news right now--the surviving victims and the families of those who were killed may choose to forgive the shooter, but they shouldn't pretend (nor should they be expected to pretend) the act itself wasn't deliberate and heinous (and warrants punishment prescribed by the law).
She wants everyone to butt out , but everyone should be at her beck and call. Everytime I speak to her its a nightmare lately. It always end up with me being told how horrible I am etc etc
Forgiveness is for YOU not her..If you can forgive you will find the resentment slip away. Forgiveness is not saying all the abuse is ok, forgiveness is the ONLY way you will ever have peace. Its not easy, there is a journey to forgiveness. It took me months. I am at a place now where I know my mom loves me, she is just so so broken she has no way of showing me, and I forgive her. Narcissists are operating with a broken brain, you'd never get angry at a man with a broken arm who didnt hold the door.
SHe was not capable of giving you what you needed and deserved, and that sucks, no 2 ways about it. But I swear forgiveness is the only route
What has helped me is to try to follow Jesus' example, when He said, "Father, forgive the, they know not what they do." Notice that Jesus did not say, "I'm totally fine with what you're doing" to those who were torturing and killing Him. Again -- if no harm, then nothing to forgive. So in my life, I try to say, "God, forgive So-and-So because she is acting out of her brokeness." Mind you, I may have put a healthy distance between myself and the person who harmed me, because forgiving does not necessarily mean that I can be in that person's ambit with safety. But at least I am trying to move past unproductive anger and bitterness (there is such a thing as productive anger). It's not easy! I say this as a person of Irish descent whose very Irish grandmother had grudges going back to 1912.
Kryda4, give yourself a day and a few minutes of time to yell, scream, regroup, and refocus. You're not broken and you just may be stronger than you may think you are because you are not like your mother.
Honestly, people like that usually don't, but if you are looking for peace for yourself there a are a few things you can do.
I found writing a letter (even when an abusive parent never sees it) helps. I went through several drafts. When I made a final letter and read it to myself, it affirmed to me that it was never my fault my narcissistic parent abused me, and I could make a choice to stop it (in reality and in my mind) and let it go.
Self care has been very helpful for me as well. I have started new hobbies and reached out to new groups of people. It is rewarding making new friends and a helpful way to distract one to get outside one's mind and keep the past in the past. If you are a retiree, look into finding rewarding things to occupy your time. Volunteering or starting a fun side business come to mind.
If you try these things and other things people here have brought it, but it is still strong in your mind keep looking for outside help. Finding a counselor who actually *helps* can be tricky, but good ones do turn up. I've been through quite a few before finding one who clicked with me. It was a PITA, but so worth it! Group therapy is also a consideration. It can feel empowering finding other real-life people who have been through this.
I hope you find the answers you are looking for, and a sense of peace.