Ami, Gabben, Leah, and Gaining Strength. Thank you for your comments. I wondered whether this article would be too confronting, so I held off posting it for a while. I was only introduced to the concept of NPD, last October. However, up until 1990 I had undergone extensive counselling and self reflection because I thought I was the one who had the problem. I suppose, I understood what happened but I didn't understand why. As soon as I talked to someone who had a NPD spouse and we compared notes, I knew the problem wasn't me but her. What a sense of relief I felt that I had suddenly nailed the reason why. Everything fell into place but despite my excitement at finding it wasn't me with the problem but her, an overwhelming rage started, some of it is mentioned in My story. The rage was like an inferno or a volcano, a tornado. It engulfed me and for a few days, I was almost paralysed. Despair set in when I realised, I had wasted 50 of my 58 years, believing I had severe personality problems, no interpersonal skills, and I was just a no hoper. That is why I did all that intense writing. The emotions, the outrage, and the understanding was so crystal clear, that I saw and felt that 50 years of anguish, and I was able to write as I looked down and felt what had happened. At times, I was physically shaking as the emotions were vivid. This article distilled my thoughts about all those things that happened during my lifetime, even after I left South Africa, and my mother behind. Now that I understand, I am moving on with my life. I still get tripped up by reacting in a learned way, rather than the way I wanted to react. It has been a long hard journey. I feel for all of you as you are going through the various stages of recovery because I truly know how upsetting it is to be the problem, when, in fact, you are not the problem, and never have been.Your lives and emotions were hijacked.
Lots of good wishes and hugs as you approach this part of your recovery.
Kim in Oz.
By the way, here in Canberra, at this very time, there is a trial of a son accused of killing his mother. In my view, she was a Narc. You might like to do a Google search, (and even though it is one of the cases, one of my barristers is handling, and I have known details for a while), I still find it shocking, what that mother did to that boy and his sisters. His name is
Glen Porritt, and his mother Nanette Porritt lived in Chapman (the suburb next to mine), and the trial is in the ACT Supreme Court
Kim