Raised by a Narcissistic Mother

A tale of growing up with a textbook narcissist for a mother and an abusive alcoholic for a father.

My mother was a narcissist. Everything was always about her, and I mean everything. It just took me 22 years to see it, because my father was an abusive, violent alcoholic. I was too busy hating him to see her constant manipulations and gaslighting.

Illustration of parents yelling at a child
I always felt stuck in the middle (photo licensed from Adobe Stock)




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Joe DeRouen

Joe DeRouen

Joe is a freelance writer and novelist.

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