Hi, Hello to all. I am trying to change my inner voice right now. My automatic reactions to people and difficult situations.
I am 34 and female. I work with the public and deal with many many personalities at work. When someone is treating me wrong - either by words or actions I do not speak. it is almost as if my mouth is sealed shut. I cannot voice my unhappiness. When someone yells at me - I become small. So very small.
When I grew up I had 2 odd parents. My mother didn't want anything to do with me. She would go months on end without talking to me. It was as if I didn't exist. There was no anger - there was just nothing. When I was about 20 she admitted to me she had believed her child (ME) would be and act a certain way. Even look a certain way. I was nothing like that and after that she only saw me as someone that took away from her free time. I wasn't what she wanted so she didn't want me at all. A good example of my mom and I's relationship is around age 14 or so I got up all my courage to talk to her about something. My father was ALWAYS telling me it was my fault that my mother and I had nothing in common. So after I told her about whatever - friends at school - or whatever I remember her exact words to me, "What makes you think I care about the pittily little things that go on in your life?"
My father, for as long as I remember, felt the need to point out everything I did wrong. I was always supposed to know what would make him mad ahead of time and not do it. Thing is everything made him mad. I cannot overstate how everything I did was wrong. When I won honors in a highschool jornalism contest in my city, I was told (yelled at for hours) that it was a waste of time b/c I needed to focus on my math skills to get through college. Every year Christmas was a nightmare because I never got the right gifts. One year I got yelled at soooo bad that for Valentines day I went to a huge effort to make it up to my dad. He only said that Valentines Day was not a holiday to be celebrated by father and daughter. Even I knew the point was not what holiday it was - but that i was trying to be good.
I remember about age 5 or so making my mom a card and putting it in the mail box. I was so proud and couldn't wait to hear her go get the mail. All I did was get yelled at b/c I was apparently going to confuse the mail lady with my crayon card.
Once when I waited for the mail lady to offer her coffee because it was so cold outside, my mom said to me, "Why would you do that? She probably thinks you are so stupid? I bet she dumped that coffee out before she got to the next house."
So where am I now? I doubt everything. I doubt every thought I have. Or word to come out my mouth. I hesitate b/c I think it is wrong. I don't stand up for myself because I learned the best way was to just be small and stay out of everyones way. I don't know if a board about Narc parents is where I need to be. I think so.
The final straw was when I got engaged and my mom belittled me for about 20 minutes over the phone when I told her. She even went as far as to say she didn't really believe he wanted to marry me and told me she wasn't going to go if I had it out of state like I planned. That was her real issue she didn't want to travel. I wanted soooo bad at age 33 STILL to get some love and attention from her. I had finally had it. I told my dad, "she was no longer welcome." -- Then it became an issue that I needed to reinvite her - even though she still had no plans to go - I needed to reinvite her so she would feel welcomed. Once again everything was all about my mom. Didn't matter at all how hurt I was - all that mattered was how my mom felt.
My father continuously told me I should have known better than to put that type of pressure on my mom. And then asked me how I would feel if my mom expected me to go to a weekend long quilting bee? Knowing that I would be bored to tears at something like that. Yes, my wedding was equated to a quilting bee. I refused to reinvite my mom. My father didn't come and my sister just sort of disapearred. I had NO family at my wedding.

Are these narc parents? Or just mean parents? Either way I know how they treated me took my voice away? I don;t know how to get it back. How do you practice that? Things like that happen in real time? How can you practice for unknown situations? Thanks so much for reading all this drama - So Small