Hey, all.
First, thank you for this forum, and all your voices. I've been sitting here, reading, feeling a little better knowing that there are others out there dealing with this sort of issue.
I have a sort of different story than many. I have an N-dad whose preoccupation is in his own Unique, Interesting, Brilliant Spirituality. He's creating a new "religious system" of "technologies" to liberate the masses. Further, he's a pot smoking hippie dropout - although he has no problem working a corporate job when someone hires him. Being a "suit" or "conformist" are to him the moral equivalents of being a Nazi at a concentration camp. I have a hard time explaining to people that this isn't just a turn of phrase: especially when he then works in such a corporation and wears such a suit.
It's not even that I disagree with all of his premises, for social reform, or whatever. However, with Dad, I slowly came to realize that this was only theoretical, and only a response to how he himself felt "screwed over" by the system. His morality does not extend to people who are in his way. He is entitled by his moral superiority to harrass the working class waitress while ordering lunch... Sending his meal back for moral hippie infractions.
Unlike many of you, I was not always the "bad" kid. I was seen by Dad as being the next Messiah. (He writes the new Bible, I convert the masses.)
I was such a good mirror for him, that we didn't have many problems until I was about ten. He married other personality disordered people, and I was the go-between, the fixer, the "healer", the one who could make it all better. Except when I was the evil, horrid, misbehaving child, and the all night/middle of the night "therapy" sessions would start. They'd pull me out of bed and explain or yell at me about how I'd fallen short. It was like a psychological lynching. Then tomorrow, I could do no wrong. I was back to being the Messiah, the lynchpin upon which the family rested.
Horrors on top, I also had a step father (my mom really picked 'em, when she was younger), who is a classic Antisocial Personality. There was vicious, regimented military sexual abuse on that side.
I've been in tons of therapy for my step-dad/step-mom/dad issues. I'm doing pretty well, all things considered: Married to a lovely man, have a funny, strong, gorgeous child, no contact with crazy steps, and my mom has come a long way - participated in family therapy with myself and my (adult) sister last year. With my mom and sister and husband and son, I'm a blessed individual: I feel supported and loved.
Dad, I'd sort of humoured. "Yep, you're the best!" "That's fascinating!" "I'm glad your open marriage is working so well for you!" "Oh, really, that's brilliant!" - and even some actual praise for stuff he did do well. I'd ignore his blatent and almost amusing self-love. Like when he "came out" sexually to me as "polyamorous" - an issue I've had in my face since I was a kid - when I phoned to tell him that my H and I were pregnant.
Recently, he came to visit with the accompanying drama that follows him wherever he goes. After an eight hour day, I just LOST it with him. I'd not done that in years. With all the healing with my mom, I'd extended my ring of safety to him, and that just isn't true. It's like I've healed enough to expect to be treated with kindness and empathy, and I forgot that didn't apply in his case.
The next day, I sat him down. No more games. I said I thought he was a Narcissist. (He's actually been diagnosed, but has rejected the diagnosis. Of course...) I said that we needed firm boundries on our contact. I laid out those boundries. I said that sometimes I became a toddler with him, emotionally two and a half, because there is part of me that keeps wanting him to grow up and be the adult.
The thing is, I know this isn't going to work. I'm only now, for the first time, searching out the literature on people involved with narcissists, and I've used the tricks for years. The tricks aren't working anymore suddenly, because suddenly, I'm blooming sick of being the adult. I'm the adult for my son.
Why SHOULD I be the adult for my dad?
Then, he sent me a letter. It was a horrific classic attack. He inferred my mother was sexually? abusive. He brought out new angles on the sexual abuse of my step-father, some of which would have helped when I tried to press charges many years ago. (In Canada, the Crown Prosecutor can choose not to go to trial even if the police say there's a case, if the crown feels there's no chance of winning.)
It made me ill. And Angry.
Now, (four months later), I'm still frozen in my response. I can't send him an honest angry response - it's what he wants. I WANT to cut him out of my life. I don't want him anywhere near my son.
However, my aunt (his sister), and my grandfather (his dad), have no real understanding of the extent of his insanity. They're both supportive of me, but they'd feel sad for us if I severed contact. My aunt suggests more limits on contact, to which I feel, WHY? Why? In a little narcissistic fit myself, I wonder: What the heck do I get out of this? Not love. Not support. Not someone to be empathetic TO: I have to insulate myself from his constant, neverending hurts too, because he cannot heal and become strong. To be brutally mercenary, there's not even gifts that I can enjoy... The man's a financial suckhole, and anytime he gives me a gift, I see him starving on the streets in his old age.
There's only some cultural morality in me that says: "He's your dad." We all hear the stories of regret when family cuts off other family. Sometimes, I feel like telling that cultural morality that we're a special case. Sometimes, I feel like my own morality is perhaps a bit shaky, if I know that he's broken and can't love him anyway. Oh, damn. I do love him anyway: but I mean, if I can't make allowances for his broken-ness. If my dad were quadrapeligic, I'd mourn not getting to play ball with him, but I wouldn't cut him off until he learned to walk, would I?
So - that whole long story - if you've gotten through it all - is to ask this: has anyone cut their Nparents off completely? Is it okay to? Did it have really horrible consequences in your life and the lives of your families?
I know I have to make this decision myself. I'm in need of advice, though: I really am on the horns of a dilemma.
Thanks for reading,
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