When scapegoat daughters of narcissistic mothers begin to understand the truth about how a narcissistic mother behaves, we start to question our very identity.
Sometimes you don’t believe what happened to you.
We get stuck in this place of ‘what if it’s not true?’ or ‘what if I’m the narcissist?’
I started to question myself; not that this was anything new because I used to always question every decision I’ve ever made, but I realized nothing she has ever done was in my best interest.
When you realize your mother is a narcissist, it turns your world upside down.
For our whole life, we’ve not only taken all the blame for her behavior, but we accepted it as the truth.
It’s ingrained into your very being.
I had to come to terms with the truth.
My whole life, since birth, has been a lie.
That’s not an easy thing to face.
That’s not an easy truth to swallow.
You don’t just ‘get over it’ and move on.
Most people will not understand and will give you terrible advice.
The worst thing they can say is crap like this:
- “Oh, but your mother loves you.”
- “You only have one mother.”
- ‘She’s only doing what she thinks is best for you.”
Um, no.
These are just more lies that give us a false sense of guilt.
She has never had my best interest in mind and isn’t capable of loving other human beings, including her own children.
If you are the scapegoat daughter, then please hear this…
It is not you who’s unlovable.
It’s not you that is so awful even your own mother can’t love you.
The truth is your mother is so broken and beyond repair that she can’t love anyone.
Not just you.
It has nothing to do with you; she can’t love ANYONE.
For the scapegoat daughters of narcissistic mothers, we mourn the mother we thought we had.
Only the women who have experienced this can understand what you’re going through.
I would say over 90% of the population has no idea what life would be like to grow up without a loving mother.
We, on the other hand, have no idea what it’s like to grow up with a loving mother.
They will never understand.
Stop listening to them.
They can’t help you, and more often than not, they do more damage by quoting the rules of society.
Society’s rules don’t apply to us.
We are better off without our mothers.
We would’ve been better off with no mother at all, so we make our own rules.
The mind struggles to accept this.
The brain starts spiraling out of control as it tries to make sense of it all and find a solution.
It collects all the pieces you’ve discovered so far and puts them back together again.
You might call this thinking, but this is what my brain is like.
As I heal from the trauma and question myself, my brain has this instant response that proves the truth to me over and over again.
This did happen, it is real, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it now.
It happened to me or the little girl I used to be, and once you start to see it, you can’t unsee it.
We dissociate and disconnect with our childhood.
I blocked out most of my childhood, but it didn’t stop me from being convinced I couldn’t be a good mother.
This is a common theme among scapegoat daughter of narcissistic mothers, and it’s yet another lie I’ve dissected in this journal entry.
When I got pregnant, she said she was too young to be a grandmother, and she wasn’t going to be called grandma.
Little did she know how right she was.
I would also like to point out daughters who have good relationships with their mothers don’t give up their children.
Daughters with good mothers have emotional support.
Their mothers would never even consider giving up their firstborn grandchild.
Narcissistic mothers are the opposite of this and do everything in their power to destroy any hope you have of making it on my own.
Anytime I tried to assert my independence, I was ferociously attacked for an undetermined long period of time.
She would drag these arguments out for as long as she could remember them, sucking every last drop of supply she could get out of it.
It makes you want to claw your skin off because you have no other choice but to sit there and listen.
I would chew my fingernails until they bleed just to get some relief.
How was I going to raise a child by myself when I was dying inside?
I was looking for love in all the wrong places with men who treated me like I was used to being treated at home.
It was familiar to me.
It felt like home.
How was I supposed to know that isn’t what home is supposed to feel like?
I soon found myself in yet another impossible situation.
I was being stalked and harassed not just by my narcissistic mother but also by this crazy bastard.
Once again, I was owned, not loved.
He’d already gotten violent with our daughter, and she wasn’t even a year old.
I was presented with another option.
My mother handpicked a couple to adopt my daughter from our church, and of course, I, a twenty-year-old with nothing, couldn’t compete with that level of godly perfection.
The first reason I agreed to adoption was to release and protect my daughter from having a father like that.
The second because I truly felt I had nothing to offer her but my love, and I did it because I loved her more than anything in the world.
I wanted her to have a chance and a choice I never had.
By the time I gave her up, we were already bonded, and after fifteen years, she came back.
I was ready and waiting.
Since then, she’s become my greatest ally.
I thought my family would be thrilled to have her back in our lives.
Not for a moment was I prepared for what I saw that day.
My mother viciously attacked my daughter right in front of me.
She racked her over the coals for something that happened three years before, just like she used to do to me.
I could feel my eyes start to glaze over, and I had to catch myself from almost checking out so I could defend my daughter.
It was an automatic response I used to do as a child when my mother would go at us while we were trapped in the car.
You go into a trance, but everything that’s said and done is stored in the subconscious. This time, something in my head unlocked, like a vault, rusty, covered in dust, it started to shudder and crack itself open.
I didn’t know my mother was a narcissist at the time, but my brain knew I had to break free of this woman once and for all.
If not for me, then for my daughter.
I wasn’t about to let her do it to the next generation.
Nobody wants to face their mother is a narcissist, and their whole life has been a lie.
Many scapegoat daughters of narcissistic mothers don’t know anything about narcissism until we start looking up our own symptoms, trying to fix ourselves.
I was trying to fix whatever was wrong with me, and that’s what lead me to the symptoms of narcissistic abuse.
You don’t just find out your mother is a narcissist and then go no contact the next day, it’s a process of elimination, and no contact is the last resort.
I had no choice.
By the end of the holiday season, I couldn’t bring myself to ever speak to her again.
I stopped speaking.
I stopped fighting to be heard.
And this time, I went silent by choice.
Once you stop the abuse, the real work begins.
You don’t see what’s coming, and it’s not what you expect.
You wish she was dead, and once she’s dead, you’ll be free, but no, no, you won’t be.
She has to be purged out of your head, and believe me, your body and mind want to purge it.
Your soul doesn’t want to carry the weight of it anymore.
This purge lasted a year and a half for me.
My head spun from the minute I woke up to the minute I laid down.
Even in my sleep, I was dreaming about everything she’d ever done to me.
The mind knows, and the subconscious remembers everything.
You’re thinking of every possible way to solve the problem and every time you come up with the same answer.
All roads lead to one thing.
Your mother.
For the scapegoat daughters of narcissistic mothers, I want to bring you hope.
When you’re in the cycle of madness, there is still hope.
Even if you’ve gone no contact and your heads spinning so fast you don’t know if it’ll ever stop, there is still hope.
It will stop.
Her voice in your head will stop.
In my own experience and from working with dozens of coaching clients, I’ve noticed we all have gone through this phase. Right around the one year mark (sometimes longer), you feel yourself shift again.
It’s my humble opinion that the mind knows how to heal itself.
The body knows how to heal itself, but we fight it, overthink it, and form limiting beliefs about ourselves. A few years later I found (RTT) Rapid Transformational Therapy and one session changed everything for me.
The thing is you can go to traditional therapy and spend years trying to get better, but consciously talking and analyzing myself wasn’t working. I wasn’t healing and I wasn’t getting past my past, I couldn’t let go.
RTT changed my life. I wish I would’ve found it sooner, I wish someone would’ve offered this experience to me at fourteen, not forty. However, I have a special offer for you and you can check it out on my homepage or read this post for more information.
When you understand what it is to be the scapegoat daughter of a narcissistic mother, a few things will happen:
- First, the definition of a narcissistic mother is a devastating thing to face.
- You feel gullible, duped; you can’t believe you missed what was right in front of you the whole time. You believe people don’t like you because you feel too stupid to be lovable.
- The guilt sets in, brought on by the rules of society telling you you’re mistaken, and of course you have a loving mother, doesn’t everyone?
- The definition of a narcissistic mother is in your heart, and you’re whole life you’ve been trying to hold your broken heart together all by yourself.
- Then you get real mad. Not just any kind of angry you’re furious, enraged, you’re so f*****’ pissed you can’t see straight.
- You stop feeling helpless, you stop accepting the blame, and you start figuring out how to save yourself.
- Beware once you see it, you can’t unsee it, and you can’t go back to the way things were.
I was pretty horrified when I grasped the full extent of what was being done to me and how senseless it all was.
The mind dump didn’t stop for at least sixteen months.
It takes a long time to process a lifetime of abuse on your own.
And yes, I was starting to get worried, but I’m stubborn, and I wanted to do it on my own.
We are alone in this in the end, and I had to save me.
You have to save you.
More than anything, I wanted to be left alone as I privately struggled every day to purge her negative, nasty voice out of my skull.
Once my brain was done processing and doing its thing, it stopped completely, almost overnight.
Her voice was gone.
They say the voice in your head is of the person who raised you.
Imagine how awful a voice like this can be for the daughters and sons of narcissistic parents.
One of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received was the day her voice stopped screaming at me inside my head.
Once you get past this stage, you’re primed and ready for massive growth.
I was ready to start talking again and decided to deal with it head-on.
I tried many things that didn’t work, but life coaching helped me find the resources to pick myself back up.
Final thoughts…
Recovering from this kind of abuse is exhausting, and it can be debilitating.
In some cases, it can cause brain damage, but with the right help, you can undo the damage, and you can heal.
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This is my first time visit at here and i am genuinely happy
to read everthing at alone place.
I came about this blog only a few days after being cheated out of my inheritance by my covert narcissist mother and golden child brother.
I may be a little ahead in the process of healing because I am not enraged or desperate. I am actually starting to feel some relief. This is my way out. This is a good enough reason for no contact that everyone and anyone would understand and maybe even support. Is that crazy? No, it’s 41 years of abuse finally being over.
I don’t know if I will feel the same way tomorrow but I will make sure to keep reading the blog and the comments. We are survivers, we are not alone.
I’m so sorry that happened to you, too. I have days when resentment shows up big time but I remind myself that I escaped and have made a great life for myself without them (with God’s help.) I moved 2000 miles away, have a wonderful supportive husband, three confident successful kids, a great job, etc. I’m 60 now but spent 50+ years of my life under her tyranny before I discovered what was really happening. I didn’t shed a tear when my mother died – she had left me years before. She did make sure she could still inflict her damage after she was gone by spreading lies and slander, but I dont live in that world anymore. And I get to laugh out loud when the narcissitic golden child tries to suck me back in. It has been said that “Success is the best revenge” and it truely is.
I was stunned and relieved, although severely saddened, that I am not alone or “making this up” as I was so often told. Always remind yourself that you are smart, strong, capable and wont be broken again. (Bones that have been broken heal stronger than they were before).
Hmmm… Although I realize that your mention of broken bones was metaphorical, it just brought up another great memory of my non-existent childhood with my narcissistic “mother”. When I was 14 years old I was goofing around with some friends and ended up injuring my left hand badly. For a week I went around with my hand hideously swollen and stomach-churning shades of black and purple. The pain was agonizing, to put it mildly. I did not even sleep as I was so terrified of bumping it on the bed or wall while more around in my sleep, or rolling over on it. All day I would keep my hand gently pressed against my body, trying to protect it from any possible jarring or touch. Of course, knowing better than everyone, my “mother” assured me that it was not broken, it was just me being whiny and dramatic as usual. When, after a week, the pain became so unbearable I visited the school nurse. I knew that although she would be angry and berate me in private, she would not disregard the nurse’s suggestion that I see a doctor, lest it appear that she was anything less than a stellar parent. So, when I finally receive the much needed medical attention it is discovered that I do indeed have four broken I in my hand. After the doctor had to administer a dose of propofol in order to put the bones back in their proper position, he put a cast on it. Then wrote me a generous prescription for the narcotic pain medication, Percocet. Which I did not receive even one of. My “mother” promptly got the prescription filled. And refused to give one single pill. She kept them all for herself to get high on. While her child sobbed in pain every day for a few weeks. And of course I was berated anytime I complained about this pain. I’m sure that all of my whimpering and crying must have been a real downer on her buzz..
Wow. Great blog…. this is sorely needed by adult daughters who have suffered years of emotional abuse.
The extent of the abuse hit me hard recently when my mother abused me during my fathers dying and death as she defended an abusive brother snd his narc wife. Threw me under the bus multiple times knowing I’ll “always be there”.
She broke my heart as I thought that when dad died that we would need each other more then ever snd be a support and source of strength to one another like never before in our grief….. but NUP.
I was kicked to the curb and rejected, made to feel like a leper and isolated in my grief as she allowed others to grieve with her. Even this she controlled.
But it broke my heart…. and I became depressed. And she never once apologized.
So my depression turned to RAGE…..
has anyone here experienced this??
I verbally raged at my mother telling her she no longer had a daughter, that it would be lucky if I ever even went to her funeral & to get out of my house!
Ah but the grief of my dads death, mixed in with family of origin abuse, plus mind games from my mother, at such a crucial time of grieving dad in the first month after….. and then this verbal blasting of my mother. It was too much for me to take in.
Snd my depression got worse. The guilt and shame of having yelled at my mother like that was too much and soon it wasn’t even about grieving my dad but about the shame of saying the worst thing you could ever say to your Mother. And yet I LOVED her. That’s why I couldn’t believe the abuse I was copping….
What mother DOESNT want to be with their only daughter to grieve the passing of her father…..? What mother tells her only daughter not to even call her,.. as she wanted to avoid my talk with her about the abuse she allowed to happen to me.
So I need to know what I need to do in order to heal from this massive grief and shock that the abuse would still continue even during & after dads death with her gaslighting me and defending an abusivr brother and also the rejection, then my depression then my rage at her which led to words that I regret saying as now I cope the shame snd guilt of my rage.
Has anyone ever gone through this?
Raged at their mother and said things they regret – I know a lot was justified but I feel like my words went too far (funeral..) – I apologized straight away & she forgave me but she hasn’t once apologized to me for her abuse of me during dads dying and after… not a single word and yet wants to continue like nothing happened yet I am left with the depression of my guilt and shame of raging at my mother.
I feel like it’s going to take me years to get over this and heal. I’ve never heard of this therapy – have heard of EMDR, IFS but not this one.
How do I deal with the guilt snd shame of what I said? It’s like rumination – hourly self condemnation of what I said to my mum. Has she trained me to do this?? In a healthy mother-daughter relationship this would never have happened anyway.
Should I be going Low Contact? Should I be telling her to get help and apologize to me before we can have a relationship?
Thanks for your advice
Hi Chloe,
I’m sure all us have experienced the anger you’re talking about. I have a post about the rage here you might be interested in. I can’t give you the answer on how to deal with your mother as far as no contact, but I do understand all the symptoms you’re having and RTT is the only thing that worked for me. You don’t have to feel this way anymore and RTT is specifically designed and scientifically proven to heal these emotional issues. It’s all I do now.
You can also find out what RTT is like from Uncompromised Life with Marisa Peer. She has a free one-hour masterclass that will change your life. Thank you for all your comments. If you have any questions contact me at ragingfemalejournal@gmail.com and I’ll get back to much faster.
I was the scapegoat I freed myself, forgave them and myself it wasn’t easy but well worth it. Deal with anxiety but deal with it one day at a time trying all the correct things its a struggle
Chloe, I am going through similar thing. My dad died, my mother kicked me to the curb too. Suddenly flipped on me and lavished attention on friends she avoided while he was dying bc she was embarrassed by him.
Screamed at me hung up on me and has not talked to me for 6 months. Funeral is still not happened since covid. I don’t even want a thing to do with it.
Hurts worse than expected. I refuse to let her steal anymore of my life than she has though. I won’t go into depression or useless life. I have already lost enough.
Your story sounds exactly like mine. I lost my dad and was gaslight ed, even at the funeral home. I was also cut out of the will by my mother and golden child sister. I know exactly how you feel. I went no contact. It has been a nightmare dealing with other family members. I know I made the right decision. You are not alone
I am the only child of an only child. I am fairly new to the word narcissist but reading all of this , I finally feel like someone understands what I’m dealing with. I am 46 and currently the caregiver for my Mom who has been living on my couch since August. She fell and fractured her pelvis and went to Skilled Nursing ( where I happened to work) and then when it was time to go home. She came to my house to rehab. This has been a nightmare and I have since quit my job because her behavior is so manipulative and toxic, I literally have had major anxiety issues just leaving her in my home. She can’t go home , as she is also a hoarder and her home isn’t safe or healthy. She won’t let me clean anything. She’s stealing from me and my family, and looks you right in the eyes and lies. She has no one but me, my husband, my daughter (26) and my son (17). I can’t kick her out. She acts like a spoiled child when she gets caught doing something or gets called out on anything. No boundaries with her. She talks to her psychiatrist but I feel like she has him fooled. She can change her personality or turn on her tears when its convenient. I dont see any solution, just trying to cope. If it wasn’t for my faith in God, I don’t think I could have made it this far.
Hi Shirene,
I hope this is temporary and you can change your situation as soon as possible. Sending strength.
At 63 yrs old. I thought i had resolved my feelings toward my mother, until i tried to forgive her. Shes dead now for 11 years and i always knew i was the lesser of 8 kids and unlovable i didnt know why. Thank you for helping me see her as she trully was. People still tell me what a wonderful woman she was. It makes me physically ill. I am an alcoholic or thought i was all my life. What i mean is after a while after her death i quit wanting to drink. Its 7 years now and i still don’t want it. Its hard now to realize i wasted so much of my life trying to get love from someone who just wasnt capable of giving it.
Hi Suzette,
I tried to forgive my mother for the better part of a decade and could not do it. I prefer indifference. I feel like I wasted so much time too, but what else could we do? At least it’s not for the lack of trying. You don’t even want or need the alcohol anymore, that’s healing and growth. You did your best, and the rest, well, that’s on her, not you.
I agree with the other comments- narcissistic mothers are soul killers. I also really identified with your words- clear, blunt and powerful. I would like to offer one small defense of God. Narcs use any tool possible to enforce control- food, money, social circles, material items. It’s no surprise that religion could easily be used as well. I found huge comfort in the weird ways God brought salvation and help to bust me out of my narc prison. Without His insight and the help of my husband, I’d still be under her thumb in my 50’s. I was blind and willing to continue the abuse in order to maintain the image of a happy extended family. But God’s a chess player, and He aligned the pieces so I could finally see the truth , no excuses. Just my two cents
Hi Cathy,
Very well said. Thank you for sharing this.
I’ve never met anyone who could relate to my experiences or to my story. I’m so grateful I found this page and post. I will share it with my therapist. I’m still trying to process it all and trying to get the lies I’ve been fed out of my head. They’re almost all out but the biggest one is unfortunately still stuck in there. I will definitely check out your posts on RTT.
Thank you for sharing your story I feel seen and validated and we don’t even know each other.
I have always known deep down inside that this was the case, but never wanted to accept it until I had no choice. When my children started to get hurt. I am now 45 and dealing with it and it has crushed my soul. But I am so grateful others can understand and we can help each other. Thank you.
Hello everyone,
Mother passed away 10 years ago, but she still returns to haunt me from time to time. I was the useless imbecile daughter who was threatened with Hell if I misbehaved and no Christmas presents if I didn’t do well in my exams. She was a class act with her slaps, more often than not around my head. Consequently now at age 66 my hand shakes from a neurological condition and have had a few nervous breakdowns over the years. I have no children as I didn’t want her interfering. My heart goes out to all of you – at least we are not alone in this.
Hi Susan,
We pay a high price and then it starts to cause physical symptoms later in life. “The feeling that cannot find its expression in tears causes other organs to weep.” Henry Maudsley. RTT and Uncompromised Life with Marisa Peer has helped me so much I can’t say enough about it and I think it could be really good for you. You would think her being dead would help but it doesn’t because the damage is done. Thank you for sharing, you’ll be in my thoughts.
Thank you ever so much for your lovely reply. It makes me feel so much better knowing that someone cares enough to create a website for others. Somewhere where they can pour their hearts out and not be ridiculed.
It’s been a roller coaster ride up to now, but my faith in God has seen me through some dark times and He has led me to you.
Every Blessing
I too haven’t broken contact because of religious beliefs, the bible also say that to curse your mother you must be put to death and your death is your own fault . But I have almost ” put myself to death ” at times , thinking I was the bad one , the broken one , the troublemaker , and reading all this I know I’m not alone . But at 59 , how on earth do I begin to heal , where do I start I’ve move to a different part of the country to be away from her . But shes told people I’ve abandoned her now shes old and Ill and in actual fact I just want her or me to die now I dont even want to be on this planet with her , never mind in this country
Hi Helen,
I know how you feel, I felt that way most of my life. But not anymore! I highly recommend getting yourself an (RTT) Rapid Transformational Therapy session. It’s the only thing I know of that works. You don’t have to feel this way anymore. Many of the people reading this blog feel just like this and I’m doing my best to get the word out about RTT. This is a core issue and there is a way to help you feel better and get your spark back. You can contact me at ragingfemalejournal@gmail.com or you could also try Uncompromised Life with my teacher Marisa Peer. You can start healing right now and your sixties will be the best years of your life.
I am 37 and so confused about to think of my mom. The last almost 5 years I’ve basically been cut out of the family because she doesn’t like my now fiancée since we dated. I’ve seen so many malicious things she done to us in these 5 years. I was in denial for a long time and it did cause my fiancée to leave for a time until I woke up and saw what she was doing.
Reading articles I can see I definitely used to be the golden child. I’m trying so hard to think of things she would say or do when I was a child to eventually lead me to this revelation. I can definitely think of some guilt and passive aggressive comments she’d make when I was a teen till adulthood. But even my teen years I don’t remember anything like that very frequent.
My mom went so far to try to break us up again that she testified for my ex husband when he filed for full custody after he found out I was moving 2.5 hours away and he’d no longer be able to spy on me. When I went no contact, my parents would talk with my exjust to see my kids on his time rather than trying to sit down and hash things out with us. Just last month I thought my parents, fiancée and myself were ready to talk forgive and move forward. When my fiancée started calling her out she got up from the table and left.
I feel like my whole life has been a lie and I never really knew my mom. But I cannot remember childhood memories of anything like this.
Your posts have been very helpful for me during this confusing time. Thank you for your rawness.
Hi Stefanie,
Roles can switch so if you were the golden child, you’re not anymore. Her behavior is not normal and it’s not how a loving mother behaves. You may have blocked out some of your childhood and as you heal more will be revealed. One thing you’ll notice is her behavior will never change, you do all the healing and growth and she remains exactly the same. The first year is the hardest so please educate yourself as much as possible so you know what you’re up against. It’s very confusing and it’s even more difficult to sort it all out. It sounds like your mind is ready to heal and the healing process is brutal but so worth it to know the truth and finally break free. I think your fiancee is a badass and exactly what you need to support you through this.
This is the closest anyone has ever come to my own personal story. It’s liberating in the validation that this upbringing was not what others experienced. My own narcissistic mother was manipulated by a narcissistic man who became my step father. He shared in this abuse and a cruelty unmatched by anything I have ever seen since. His intention was to deliberately inflict emotional pain while my mother was just selfish, self -centered and used me as catch all to absorb whatever rage or blame she needed to deflect. My life was pure hell. It took me 54 years to see the monster behind her. My mother was in no way innocent of the abuse bestowed upon me but what surprised me was that her husband was completely off of the radar while I blamed her alone. Talk about your master manipulator, he was so good at pulling strings that he remained hidden in the shadows. I’m still having trouble coping with the neglect, emotional and physical abuse.
Hi Donna,
I know what you’re saying. My father is dead and I’m still angry with him from time to time but I mostly blame my mother because I was her dependent child. She promised to love, protect, and take care of me and she didn’t.
We loved her, we believed in her, we trusted her and it turns out she’s been our worst enemy all along. You would have to be a pretty sick human being to let some man come into your life and start terrorizing your daughter. What he did may not matter as much because she’s the one who allowed it.
So, yeah, it’s a huge mess to sort out and the mind doesn’t let you see everything all at once because it would be too much. Thank you for sharing this Donna, I know everyone here gets it.
Hey there! This is my 1st comment here so I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say I truly enjoy reading your articles. Can you suggest any other blogs/websites/forums that cover the same subjects? Thank you so much!
Hi Dominic,
Thank you for the compliment. I’m not sure how you found me but there’s some info on Pinterest or try Reddit, Quora has tons of stuff, and Facebook has groups you can join. Compared to other topics out there it’s a fairly small niche because narcissistic abuse is not well known and extremely isolating but if you hunt you’ll find lots of good stuff. Really good question to put up here, I’m glad you asked.
Thank you for sharing. Recently I’ve just been going through it. First, I came to the realization my mother never loved me. In my desperation to figure her out I discovered an article about the victimized narcissist. Everything in her life was devastating, a tragedy, and “my dad’s fault”. So, at the beginning of August I told her she was dead to me and cut contact. A couple of weeks later, my now 21 year old son, her favorite, let it be known Grammy began molesting him at age 10. Talk about adding to my already spinning out of control mind! So again, thank you for sharing your experience. It’s given me some much needed reassurance as I begin my journey to heal.
Hi Missy,
I’m glad you found you’re way here and I hope you continue to find your way through. New research shows boys are more likely to abused this way than girls and one in four women will be sexually abused or raped before they leave their childhood behind. Right now, I’m training to be a Rapid Transformational Hypnotherapist, it’s a new method created by Marisa Peer. Please look into this for your son and yourself. It changed my life in only two sessions. Take care.
I’m just beginning my decent into this mind fuck that has been my reality for 41 years…but I was to late. Through her lies and smear campaign she has managed to get temporary guardianship of my children. She cut off communication and I only hear from them once or twice a week. I have been everything for them until now, but I left to go no contact and this is what her retaliation was. I’m sick, heartbroken, helpless, sometimes hopeless and feel a rage inside me I’ve never experienced before. The memories are flooding in and I see now all the destruction she did, she took 41 years of possibilities from me. And blamed me for all the effects it did that were in reality her doing. I hate this woman, she took from me the only love I’ve ever known. My purpose, my pride, my entire heart. I’m so broken.
Hi Robyn,
I waited fifteen years to reunite with my children and being ripped away from them is one of the worst things in the world.
I found out at 38 about narcissism and it was all of what you said here.
It took a long time for it all to cycle through and it’s almost like reliving it through the eyes of an adult.
I hate mine too and after three years I still do.
What they took from us is unforgivable.
Thank you for sharing your pain, it is my pain as well. There is truly medicine in writing! Once you know, you can’t ignore it! Sending you lots of love and thank you again.
Writing is the best medicine, but it sure does make me work on my crap. Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to comment.
Hi ,
I normally don’t read blogs. But I did read yours and it gives me hope.
I had no idea all these years what was going on and how to break the circle. I was fighting with her . I didn’t know why I felt fighting her but deep inside of me , I knew something was wrong.
After many years of the abuse and not knowing what was going on. She kicked me out but the worst part was.
That I worked in her store and made me work mostly13 hours a day. Not being able to have friends and was living on her and her husband number 3 vineyard.
She threw my clothes out of the window and all my furniture .
With my arms black and blue and my dog in my arms I was shaking and sleeping in strangers house.
7 months later I feel DIZZY and hard to find a job and have a positive mindset.
So your words gave me hope.
I feel understood now
Hey Liesbeth, this sounds incredibly painful and I can only imagine what else she’s put you through. This behavior isn’t normal and this isn’t how a loving mother behaves. The blame is hers and it’s not yours to carry. I had to educate myself and remove all her interference. The only way I know how to heal is to go through it, purge it all out so you can get her voice out of your head. My head spun for 16 months straight and then her voice was gone. What goes in must come out and children like us have had no choice but to bury it deep. Don’t expect too much from yourself during this time, it’s hard work and it’s exhausting, the rest will come. Thank you for taking the time to comment, you will be in my thoughts.
Holy buckets this has really hit home for me!! I graciously thank you for being so brave to share this with others. I has helped me gain so sort of footing to work on myself. Have been struggling for years blaming myself for this. Everything you have mentioned I have struggled with. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing.
Hey Christa, your comment means everything to me. All that blame was placed on us and it’s not ours to carry. That’s why I’m sharing because we deserve better and we deserve more. Once I released the blame and shame the rage hit and Raging Female was born. I won’t stand down, we’ve all been silenced for far too long. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
While I was reading your blog, all I could do was cry. You and I are almost identical! My mother is still doing what she has always done. The only reason I haven’t cut her off is my religious beliefs. You know, the big 10 commandments that says, “ honor thy mother and father”.? That’s the ONLY reason I haven’t. I continue to live in pain, shame , the constant pitting me against my siblings and my own children… and lots more. I grew up in HELL with this woman, our entire family did. I have been a great mother to my children and grandchildren. It wasn’t hard either. The love I have for them just flows out of me. They are my whole life. I’ve given up on my relationship with my mom but it still hurts when I think of how much my life would have been different had I had a good mother. I feel robbed. I have 2 siblings, they have strained relationships with her too. But, my sister, who I love very much is the “Golden Child “, I am the scapegoat child and my brother doesn’t deal with her. Not sure where he fits in. I have a wonderful relationship with both my siblings. We were all we had growing up in the crap! This may sound bad but, it helps me to know that there are others going through this battle. I don’t feel alone anymore and it gives me strength and hope. To all my sisters out there… I love you. I wish you the best in life. I am praying for your success and I hope you get relief. Please pray for me that my relief will come soon.
❤️ Steph
Hey Steph,
It’s almost creepy how identical our stories are (and not just yours and mine). Don’t get me started on the religion if you want to read my rant go here. I feel everything you’re feeling and think about how different it could’ve been. It was such a waste of my energy trying to get her love. Thank you for sharing your strength and hope, you will be in my thoughts.
Omgoodness! Reading all of this early this morning has hit home. I am the scapegoat and middle of 3 children. It’s like reading my life spelled out by someone else! Mind blown.
Thank you so very much for your post. Very informative, and I am definitely looking into RTT. Have to give some love to Pinterest for ‘googling’ me here. 🙂 Mad love to ALL of us going through this situation. I look forward to future posts!
Hi Rachael,
It’s definitely not middle child syndrome and it blows my mind too finding so many similar stories. Thank you for commenting.