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Kimberli63

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Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« on: February 22, 2008, 10:11:25 PM »
I, preface this topic, by saying I do not mean to offend anyone by posting this thread. If anyone is offended, I apologise in advance.

I saw an advert in the newspaper, offering people, trying to get over a love affair, the chance to post an obituary on their website. While I don’t think I would like to do that, I thought about it, and decided that it could be a useful tool for distilling a situation, which has or is causing pain, no matter, whether it be the passing of a loved one, a love affair gone wrong, a relationship from our past, or, in fact, any painful experience, which needs closure.

I decided I would write an obituary for my mother. I have to confess, I found it extremely difficult and I decided to write the body of the obituary in the third person.
Unfortunately, as usual, I found it very hard to condense, mainly because there were a lot of things to consider. The names are not real names for privacy reasons.

MORTIMER
Gauteng-- Pamela, Ida, Mortimer died 11 January 2004, after a life time of
Narcissistic behaviour towards me her eldest daughter, Kim.

Born July 19, 1927 in Cape Town, South Africa. She grew up, as the youngest child, who was spoilt and doted on by both her parents and her two older siblings. She lived first  in Cape Town and then moved to Johannesburg, where she worked  as a librarian, having been trained on the job from the age of 16. An highly intelligent woman, she was able to skip several grades at school, and so ended up in the workforce as a qualified librarian at the age of 19. She was also approached to do some modelling for a local agency.

In 1947, she married Ronald McComb, and shortly thereafter, her first daughter, Kim,  was born. Three  years, later another daughter, Jean was born, and this is when her life turned into a nightmare. Jean, was a sickly baby, who demanded all her attention. Kim started “playing” up because she was not getting enough attention, affection or love. Instead of being given a cuddle, she would be give a piece of chocolate cake. Pam found Kim so difficult that she took her to a psychiatrist, when she was nearly six. The problem, as she saw it was, that Kim, couldn’t resist fighting with Jean, her younger much easier to get on with sister. Pam found the older child to be difficult, rebellious, rude and demanding. She even called her “Gime“, because she said that was all the child wanted and she (Pam) didn‘t have time to give this monster, what she wanted most, acknowledgment of her as a person, preferring to spend endless hours talking on the phone to her sister, or reading crime stories. She expected Kim to be grown up enough to look after herself. She transferred her need to express emotions and take responsibility for herself to Kim. Kim, being highly sensitive found that she could pick up subtle signs, that Pam was displeased, whether it was tone of voice, the look in the eyes, a facial expression, or the flick of a hand. Kim feared her mother because Pam had the power to get Kim’s  father to punish her by giving her a beating for some perceived indiscretion or insubordination. Most people believed Pam, because to them she was a sensitive (because she cried), wonderful, kind, funny human being. She was a good actor. To Kim, she was out of reach - not there emotionally.  If Kim  mentioned any lack of communication, she would say she  had a vivid imagination. Pam  existed on a superficial level with everyone, who didn’t want to get close. She couldn't cope with Kim, a loving, affectionate, and curious child, because Kim wanted to connect with her emotionally. She was empty feelings-wise. She used to tell everyone what a difficult child Kim was and even in 1987, when Kim visited South Africa for the first time in 14 years, she reiterated this statement.

Consequently, Kim did all the feeling for Pam and this depleted her  psychologically and made her  a victim. Kim was  supersensitive because she  had to be on guard all the time to try and prevent getting hurt. Kim tried hard at school, because she wanted Pam to love her even if she showed it by being pleased with the effort she made at school. Kim hoped to be praised, but instead she got  “I wouldn’t have expected anything else from you”. That is where Kim has remained until now. She was desperately unhappy, starved of affection and love, was told she was too demanding, and had to be the centre of attention all the time. Not surprisingly, this  was Kim vicariously acting out for Pam, who loved being the centre of the universe. 

Kim left South Africa in 1973, leaving Pam behind to find someone else to do her feeling for her. Instead of finding someone to take over Kim’s role, Pam found out that Jean, her younger daughter expected her mother to look after her. The relationship between Pam and Jean became emotionally  incestuous.  It was only after Pam’s passing that Kim met someone, by accident, who understood all the therapy she had had, and how far she had come in terms of understanding what had happened to her. He had worked with these people for years and he provided her with the final piece of the jigsaw, this was the fact Pam had NPD. All the hurt and pain rose to the surface again. However Kim is now able to understand what had happened. She knows that it wasn‘t her fault. In fact, it was nobody‘s fault . She can  make sense of her life. She can move on. Kim has forgiven Pam . It wasn’t her fault that she was like she was. She didn’t choose to be that sort of person. She did not chose to make Kim a victim. Consequently, Kim no longer bears any resentment towards Pam.

May you rest in peace Mom, knowing I have learned my  lessons well. While it was a torturous journey, I am a much better kinder, more rounded person, who is  free to live my life in the way I want to live it. My mission is to try  and help others understand that it is not their fault. They were a victim of circumstances, just like I was, as indeed you were.  I weep for you because you missed out on so much.

Kim in Oz
« Last Edit: February 23, 2008, 01:25:31 AM by Kimberli63 »

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #1 on: February 22, 2008, 10:27:30 PM »
((((((((((((Kim))))))))))))

What a meaningful thing to write.
You saw a life, lived with a hollow,
filled it with forgiveness.

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« Reply #2 on: February 22, 2008, 10:44:34 PM »
(((((((Kim)))))))  Thank you for sharing this here.

Describing npd as needing someone else to do their feeling for them...
I can't even begin to tell you how many scattered images fell into place at that. I've read it before, in various terms, but this time it clicked... because you made it real.
It's as though I had this collection of miscellaneous snapshots and suddenly they began to scroll past my inner eye like a streaming video.
That's it... exactly what's happened in my family, within my life, from the beginning. An entire series of people who've needed someone else to do their feeling for them and to take responsibility for that.
I've always known that I must forgive them, but now... because you've shared this, I want to forgive them.... and myself.
Thank you so much. God bless you.

Carolyn

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #3 on: February 22, 2008, 11:01:01 PM »





Hi Kim,

Thank you.   When it is all said and done, (and I don't mean this in a mean sense) what is there to do but forgive?  Not wise to sit on our high horse is it? 

Describing npd as needing someone else to do their feeling for them...

This is so ture.  So sad.  Lord help us all...

tt

 

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #4 on: February 23, 2008, 01:53:22 AM »
Thanks to everyone for their support. I didn't realise how difficult this would be to write, and yet I felt it was something I had to do. I was in Australia, about to start a new job, on the day my mother died in South Africa, so I could take no part in the "being there" grieving. I had to do it externally, vicariously, which seemed fitting in a way but never-the -less left a void. Forgivesness is very hard to achieve unless you are able to empathise with the other person, even if they don't understand because they don't understand empathy.

Kim in Oz

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #5 on: February 23, 2008, 06:35:31 AM »
Dear (((((( Kimberli ))))))

Thank you for sharing of your sincere empathy and forgiveness, for your mother.

Sincere empathy is such a vital key, communication and none, to living a healthy balanced life, I feel.

Here on my computer, I have written in a similar way, with empathy and understanding, a letter in third person for each of my parents.  For my parents are human beings too, not objects, who could not be anyone other than themselves, as they were, sadly. 

My parents truly have had my forgiveness some time ago, and I sincerely have let it go.  I feel that my quest in seeking answers as to the reason why, whilst at the same time hoping for validation, empathy and understanding, in a reciprocal way, is a valid path to healing and recovery.

Forgiving and then Letting It Go truly does give bring an inner peace and calm, indescribable, almost as a gift of peace.

At the end of the day "there but the grace of G-d go I"  with sincere gratitude.

God Bless You.  With every sincere good wish for your future life ahead, Kimberli.

Thank you for sharing with such beauty and grace.

Love, Leah
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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #6 on: February 23, 2008, 07:45:59 AM »
Dear Kim
  Thanks for sharing. Your posts are always filled with insight and clarity.Thanks for your presence on the board. I appreciate it.                Love   Ami
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.        Eleanor Roosevelt

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #7 on: February 24, 2008, 12:00:35 AM »
Bean, you picked up my achilles heel. I haven't seen or spoken to my sister in 19 years, partly because she and her husband are so  irrationally jealously  that when I sent a Christmas card, I said love from Kim  and Jim  to Markus and Jean. She sent me a letter saying that I was having an affair with her husband because I named him first. However, I do need to do a lot of work on this relationship. Thank you for reminding me about it. There is a lot of unfinished business I need to deal with. Just when I thought I was free LOL.

Kim.

I will let you know how I go with expunging the the past on this issue. It is going to be enormously painful but I have to do it  Thank you, once again, Bean for reminding me I have a sister. ((((Bean))))

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #8 on: February 27, 2008, 06:19:42 PM »
Hi Kim,
Forgive this terrible question...

Why?

(I'm just questioning the value of blood bonds, these days, so this is projection of my own doubts.)

Hops
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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #9 on: February 27, 2008, 09:43:37 PM »
Hops, it is not a terrible question. I haven’t put a lot of thought into this because I had sort of “forgotten” about it. Also, I have been away from South Africa since 1971, and my sister still lives in Gauteng, SA. I visited once in 1987 and my sister and I got on okay, like seeing a friend, who wasn’t very close. In one word, I think the problem is jealousy. I was jealous of the attention my sister got when she was born. Previous to that, I had been the only child. I wasn’t used to having to share with my sister. My sister was a sickly child and my mother, as I thought of her, had to spend a lot of time looking after her. From that time onwards, our paths started going in different directions. She was easy for my mother to look after, I was difficult. She was meek and mild, I was boisterous. She was accepting, while I was curious. She was thin and I was fat. My sister was a plodder, while I excelled at school. She was plain to look at, while I was attractive (so I was told). She got interested in boys very early, whereas I didn’t attract boys because I was fat. She smoked and started playing truant from school, whereas I hated smoking, and never missed a day’s school. She read Mill and Boon, while I read Charles Dickens.
She left school early and started working in a shop. I finished high school and went on to do a Diploma. She got married and had children. I got married and didn’t have children until 16 years later. She married a man, who is devoted to her and worships the ground she walks. I married a very ambitious man. She stayed in South Africa, close to our mother. I left and came to live in Australia. That is where we physically became separated even though we had lived totally different lives in the same house.

During all this time, my mother sat in the middle making it obvious, she preferred my sister, and by directing her Narc behaviour towards me she made sure I was isolated from the rest of the family because I was such a “difficult” person. One day when we were teenagers, I remember, my sister and I talking and my sister, said she wished she was me. When I asked why she said “because mommy and daddy love you more than me”. I was astounded and asked how she knew that. She replied “because they care enough about you to give you hidings”. So there it is in a nutshell.

Kim in Oz

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Re: Saying Goodbye, an obituary for my mother
« Reply #10 on: February 27, 2008, 10:01:33 PM »
((((((((((((Kim)))))))))))))))     Love  to you, Kim,    Ami
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.        Eleanor Roosevelt

Most of our problems come from losing contact with our instincts,with the age old wisdom stored within us.
   Carl Jung