Hi -
With some differences, I dealt with a similar situation starting 14 months ago: sudden illness/death of father in Feb 2004 and the resulting disturbance in the family system brought my mother's (likely) NPD to the surface, or at least made it finally obvious enough for a lay-person diagnosis. Its been a painful, but ultimately life-affirming ride for me since.
My parents had a long, unhappy marriage until the end -- my dad was alcoholic with his own anxiety issues, but there was always 'something else' at work in my family that I couldn't put my finger on, despite several years of therapy and awareness of ACOA/12-step-related reading, etc.
My mom's actions during/after my dad's death -- including lies, innuendo, manipulations -- and how my 2 of my siblings followed her lead in isolating my dad as he died and excluding my oldest sibling (who has schizophrenia) from the funeral, forced me to see things for what they are...after spending my adult life doing anything I could to not face the painful realization that my mother may have been incapable of loving me.
I -didn't- know about NPD yet when I confronted my mother in August 2004 on what appeared to be inexplicable contradictions in her behavior and what society generally accepts as a norm for a mother/parent. At the same time I confronted my siblings on an issue relating to our oldest disabled brother, a complicated and emotional situation that in retrospect I see as largely conjured by our mother as a way to divide/conquer our relationships with each other over the years.
In the weeks that followed, as I waited for a response form my other family members, I learned of NPD, which has been the Rosetta Stone for my understanding of exactly what happened as I was growing up, the long-term impact on my adult behavior, and the continued pattern emanating from my mother and the siblings who are within her sphere of influence. This realization has had a huge impact:
The most dramatic has been what appears to be a spontaneous recovery from intractable depression: for 12+ years I was medicated for depression, which my docs all assumed was chronic/biological...that lifted following my confrontation and I've been off medication, without relapse, since Sept 04. There have been many other layers of personal and spiritual growth that have resulting from this realization, and in the big picture and certainly years down the road I have no regrets of having done what I have, aside from wishing I could have done it sooner.
Now the price...and this may be where you might draw some insight from what I view as my errors:
If I knew about NPD before I confronted my mother, and tried to deal with a intra-sibling issue that was heavily influenced by her, I would have handled things much differently. In some ways I walked right into a trap -- laying down my cards, in a fairly emotional way...and that approach appears to have been used by my mother to turn 2 of my brothers against me...I am now largely in exile from my birth family, except for my oldest brother, who despite his mental illness is actually quite well adjust in relation to my other family members.
This has been the double-, maybe even triple-loss: my dad's physical death, the loss of the old relationships with my mother and 2 siblings, and the sad realization that much of my conception of my dad was largely manufactured (negatively) by my mother and it was in the final weeks of his life when I was able to see him much closer to his real self...alcoholic warts and all...which wasn't as bad as I was raised to believe.
I can't quite describe the pain...its deep, profoundly sad, and feels unfair, in a cosmic way. That said...in that pain is the essence of life that I missed for many years...the false experience had to be stripped away for me to be present for -my- family...my wife and 2 daughters. I look upon my avoidance of the ugly truth of my mother and the resulting family relationships as a personal indulgence that took my energy away from my wife and kids...I'm not beating myself up for that, but I have apologized to them as a way to take responsibility for what I have done in the past and will do in the future.
And ultimately, the relationships I have 'lost', with my mother and brothers (for the moment at least) were somewhat pretend -- the nature was false with each of us requiring the others to play parts...so the familiarity is what is lost, but there was more cost than benefit in the relationships in their old form. I have moved from being extremely pissed off, to just a little pissed off, but more seeing them (and me) for fairly damaged humans that are doing their best to survive...as long as I maintain the new barriers around me and my family to the damage that my mom generates, I can regard her with compassion rather than contempt. My brothers...not sure where those relationships will end up...but I think to whatever extent they don't face up to some of these issues, they may have their hands full as my mom ages and their families potentially propogate these patterns.
Hope this helps somewhat -- I'd be happy to post/email more -- this has been profoundly difficult year, but I do see/feel the light at the end of the tunnel now.
Best of luck!
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