tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post38637540844271629..comments2024-03-24T16:53:02.846-07:00Comments on Five Hundred Pound Peep: Generational Narcissism: My Grandmother Five Hundred Pound Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-43328361450180773522015-03-22T08:02:51.240-07:002015-03-22T08:02:51.240-07:00Thanks anon I appreciate it. Yes narcissism is gen...Thanks anon I appreciate it. Yes narcissism is generational and often on the spiritual level evil is too among those who never repent. Often narcs are raised by narcs. I think those of us who escape and do not become narcs and or sociopaths may be the exception. I can believe your mother hating her mother too. Even the Golden Children who do their bidding in obedience and following their directions and abusing chosen scapegoats absolutely hate them. My mother will pay the price when it's her conscience-less golden child daughter taking the brunt of her elder care [lots of money for good assisted living may take the edge of] but she will feel that one day. Even the way she complained about her not being able to hear was creepy and sociopathic--given I am severe hearing impaired and guess who got to hear the complaints? It sounds like your mother came out of a sick set up. I knew my grandfather who died in his 50s was abusive, remember the day he went nuts over me losing a sock. I was afraid of him. I wonder what other family dynamics existed. My mother on rare occasion when we were in a fight otherwise she hid everything about her childhood complained about the taking care of "babies", for her mother and missing school. <br /><br />My family is creepy. They creeped me out for years. Even my husband for years has said they are creepy. It is okay to say that to me. I hope I find out I am not related to them too. My husband is worried for me in finding out I am biological [at least with one]--the lipedema had to come from somewhere and one therapist told me maybe someone had an affair, so I am trying to mentally prepare for anything in that realm. If I find out I am adopted, I will be relieved and it will explain some lies but understanding the actions of the creeps is near impossible. My mother is so callous it is unbelievable. The day she said she wanted Aunt Scapegoat to die, and that her colostomy bag stunk---hmm just like your mother with your grandmother was a day, I knew sick disabled me had to run for the hills. I didn't want to be Aunt Scapegoat being abused while ill. Even the inability to understand physical decline and the narc sociopathic thoughts it would never happen to them is disgusting. There was no concern or empathy at all. I don't like anyone to suffer not even people like this but you are right your mother had no feelings and neither does mine. Frankly two years in, I am relieved to be away from them all. All the blind enablers and flying monkeys now trouble me as much. <br />Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-38885082383828796482015-03-22T06:38:26.867-07:002015-03-22T06:38:26.867-07:00This is a fascinating and very sad account to read...This is a fascinating and very sad account to read. Yes, I believe narcissism definitely runs like poison in the blood. It does in my family too. I believe in my mother's case, both her parents were narcs too. She was the Golden Child and probably was sexually abused by her father. She hated her own mother, who used her depression as an excuse to never leave her bed or take care of her family. My mother took over the household chores and taking care of her father, and became a sort of mini-wife to him, while her mother (my grandmother) became increasingly envious of her youngest child (who had most likely already become a narc by her teens). <br /><br />Your family is just very creepy. I feel like it's okay to say that to you. I hope you find you aren't related to them. I can't believe the callousness of the women in your family, especially your mother. "She's taking too long to die." WTF? That reminds me of something that happened when I was about 7. My grandmother (mother's mother) was in the hospital after suffering a major stroke and was incontinent and had to be fed. Now I know my mother hated my grandmother, but I could never forget what she said when we were outside the hospital: "she is disgusting. She stinks!" I don't remember any concern or empathy whatsoever. I don't like my mother but I would still feel bad if I saw her suffering and incontinent and in pain. My mother has no feelings at all. --Lucky Otter<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com